The words we construct, the poems we write and the songs we sing, become the love story of a stranger we have never seen.
I still can remember some of the poems and proverbs, I learnt in my childhood.
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
It is silly to think they all achieved it "just like that". nothing in life is so easy, that is a fact.Behind the scenes were tears and pain,they stumbled and fell but got up again. They heard a voice...
they say people only hear what they want to hear,but i don't know if that is always true, i've been wanting to hear your heart and it's as silent as the moon.
She wrote love with her smile and magic with her eyes.
What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? Oh, poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
The first time I saw your face, my lips said, "hello" and my heart said, "that's your wife.
He walked out the door and with each step my heart breaks.He'd be gone for days with long silences between each breath.I know I'm his one of many and he knows he's my one of one. The only one who hold...
t is silly to think they all achieved it "just like that". nothing in life is so easy, that is a fact.Behind the scenes were tears and pain,they stumbled and fell but got up again. They heard a voice,...
You were the poem I never knew how to write because no words could describe the wind you cannot see, but feel.
We write about love like we should be bound in padded rooms.
Traveling down a road of self-destructionWith no room for any reconstruction
I am a master wordsmith. I have the ability to bend words at will and invoke feelings with the stroke of my pen. But I'm yet to master the art of finding the right words to describe what happens in my...
I'm sick of the images trapped in my headI'm sick of being preoccupied with the dead
With the need for the self in the time of another / I left my seaport grim and dear / knowing good work could be made / in the state governed by both Hope and Despair.
Towards these weeks of rain I give effusive praise. Let me always be reminded that there is time for change.
i am not a jealous person,but when i am with you,the thought of someone elsepulling your attention away from mekills me a little insideeach time.
A poem in the heart is worthmore than a million dollarsin the bank account.
In the moonlight and under the stars Somehow your face seems clearer I revere your presence and remember We are warriors Thrusted onto this plane We are strong We must use our strength While bearing c...