Song lyrics

a collection of little nightly poems THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO READ GO AWAY... (I'm ashamed and made this kinda for my self but if you want to look... fine.. its a free country/ should be world...) Most are more of poetic letters than poems but they are full of emotion and... WAIT WHAT? WHY AM I TRYING TO SELL THIS? You don't want this hahaha... they're no good *stifles laughter*

Please do not love me, I will only give you pain, Even if you tell me plainly, That to you; I mean everything, I haven't the space in my life to hold you...

It is about a girl who is just about to be left alone.

Poetry Love

Un cours poème relatent des doutes pour un amour floue ou les non dit son présent. Un texte qui peu en faire réfléchir plus d'un sur la relation dans un couple ou future couple qui n'ont pas réfléchie sur le moment présent et/ou qui ne pense pas souvent au future.

Please...just one more time.

¿Qué inspira alguien que está cerca y a la vez tan lejos? Este fic participa en el Reto #10: "Amistades peligrosas" del foro El Rincón Creativo.

poems of life

poems of life, we learn from strife

We always end up breaking. *Edit not supported by Fictionpress, note bolded letters.

One day, if you walk in the breeze among lilac and almond trees, look up and forget the ground, the floor, the stones and your pacing's sound.

mocking

or do much of anything, really

The woman I love was hurt today by the slime she was in love with. I know she doesn't look at this site, but I wrote this for her, and I'm sharing it in a few places, so maybe she will see it. This goes out to all the ones who have been hurt by love... know that someone, somewhere is thinking this same thing about you.

If she loves me really, she'll kiss me with a bullet.

Just a cutesy little thing XD She liked mornings, he liked evenings, she liked Summer, he liked Winter, she liked smiles, he liked eyes, she liked him, and he liked her.

never was a word to describe their stolen love, too impossible, too implausible

My Heart Bleeds is a poem I wrote in the style of one of characters who was left behind by her husband. This is her letter to him.

For you.

"Your deception was exquisite, A deep and beautiful agony."

This is a tribute to my first love. I know that she will not find this but I wanted to apologise for my actions.

Un jour, si tu marches dans cette allée entre le lilas et les amandiers, lève les yeux et oublie la terre, oublie tes pas, le sol et les pierres.

Please dance in my storm

poems of life, we learn from strife