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05 febbraio Its allll bout...
Things r going in some way Feels so different an so nice But therez a feeling, thtz a lil wise Don feel sleepy nor m i hungry Jus a feeling tht some1 has touched me...
I don understand wat to write...
A cal fro him seems so deadly tht my hands turn cold so quickly Every time i look at his pic An my heart beat gets a witty kick
I don understand wat to write...
I think of him an find my self blushin in da wrds my heart is searchin Could it b or could it not Its jus running in my thoughts
I don understand wat to type...
Hez in da North an me in South Doesn't he know wat its all about?? I hope he reads an understands My heart beats for him, is eternity
I don understand wat to type.
My eyes bleed thinking of him But no, for all does he care The rejection 4m him, still hurts me But i don think its all his fault...
U tell me once "ITS ALL UR FAULT" With da reason for all u've got I wanna hear u an ask u things Everyday my heart dos sing
Is it da innocence or my height? Or is der some bitch flyin a kite? I love u still or do i like u deep... Is all it goes an i weep
y cant i express wat its like...
Da truest of all I kn u hate it wen i say "I'll wait" But i bet u on tht I can give it a TRY Urs Truely an lovingly me
17 gennaio A fren is....A friend is a tissue when you can't stop crying A friend is a shoulder when youfeel like dying A friend always listens when you have something to say A friend is a week when you just need a day A friend is a crutch when you have a broken heart A friend is some glue when everything falls apart A friend is a sun when the rain just won't stop A friend is your mom when you run into a cop A friend is a phone call when you can't leave your home A friend is a hand when you feel all alone A friend is a wing if you want to fly A friend understands without knowing why A friend is an ear for a secret to tell A friend is an aspirin when your head hurts like hellA friend is a love that can never let go A friend is someone like my sister ‘Harleen der wen I need her " What is beautiful is good and who is good will soon also be beautiful."
05 gennaio So true:)09 dicembre hey hey! click on me!!Hey, heres something u gotta read...its vry well written, jus click on da link below...to read this have you ever...really... loved a woman ? http://spaces.msn.com/members/HaRbiRz/ it has been written by Harbir:)
06 dicembre Y guys love guls!! Hey guys isn't it true??
Here are a few reasons
why guys like girls: 1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo 2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder 3. How cute they look when they sleep 4. The ease in which they fit into our arms 5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world 6. How cute they are when they eat 7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while 8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside 9. The way they look good no matter what they wear 10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth 11. How cute they are when they argue 12. The way her hand always finds yours 13. The way they smile 14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight 15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later.... 16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them 17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you" 18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you... 19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry 20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly 21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt 22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)! 23. The way they say "I miss you" 24. The way you miss them 25. The way their tears make you want to change the world so that it doesn't hurt her anymore..... Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them ... it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of a sound, you know that your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love them for a million reasons, No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. nly felt. |
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