You and I in a wondrous place, We’ll hide and love in this romantic place. We hear silence in a fairylike lawn, Our noisy steps are trembling in a grassy mud zone.
We promise eternity in a secret garden. You hold my hands and assured me no burden. We promise to be forever with two eyes closed. Sweet good kisses were our magical utmost.
We found a mystic place for us! Hunters won’t even dare to look for us! We ran out from home and found ourselves together, In a greatest wonderland that will last forever.
We pretended flying on air in a gentle good night. Our love is all well prepared for a magical flight. I love you and we’ll make a bunch of our own love stories, I see ourselves grow old telling these countless stories.
Reality is something that you can hardly deal with. Reality sucks! Maybe it's rare for someone having no worries and troubles in life.For the last 10 years of my life, I began writing fictional stories and poems. I write stories which are little bit exaggerated and unreal. I must say that they are product of my wildest imagination.However, I write poems about people. I started to write poems ever since I was high school. Whenever I meet people, I write poems about them. I'm a well reserved person who can't tell things constantly. I think that one of the best ways of expressing my thoughts is through writing and share it here in this websiteThese poems describe the spectacular craziness and real experiences with people around me. It's about different roller coaster emotions about fake and real people. This is a collection of my poems of love, hatred and sarcasm...To my haters, friends, loved ones and to the most special someone in my life...I am dedicating this for you..."Spend 5 minutes with me and I'll write something about you..."
The snow has been falling for days. It’s the holiday season. Excitement builds as you wait for the day to fade into night. It is finally here you can hardly wait… You walk outside and there is it, like walking
A magical icy place full of falling snowflakes that look like little diamonds as the sun’s bright light touches,them making their designs glow as they gently glide to the ground, I can see little baby polar bears hiding in the