Or to be loved That’s the question.
Not that it was always like this before.
It used to be much easier To love and to be loved with the beat When we used to believe in us.
Yet time made us hard as nails
And we became so cynical on emotions That now a days We barely understand one other.
We simply don’t know anymore
What makes us content. We don’t know What makes us so insecure. Is it arrogance? Or absence of expressions? Or is it lack of devotions?
Either way out
It’s us walking on the edge And it’s our bond that’s always at stake. Terrific poems about @$@love Brave thoughts about Fate Short Poems about Time
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I've hated words n I've loved them. It was words that made me feel, Perhaps I was not completely alone. They could be honest with me, n I with them.
You have no problem leaving me behind. You can easily put me out of your mind. It’s like my presence puts you in a bind. I bet every time you see me you wish you were blind. You told me
Not for long will they clasp my hands or play with pots and pans not for long will they run to me with a scraped knee not for long will they run to bedside when they hear the brontides the
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
I write this poem for my life, My love Which can never be mine She walks in style and her smile is fine But I know she will never be mine I stand alone in the rain Everytime I feel
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow