Il y a eu le sublime amour d'une jolie fille...
Et l'amour d'un homme mur et juste...
Puis l'amour d'un enfant sans craints...
Mais le plus merveilleux des amours
C'est l'amour infinis.
l'amitieCelui qui perd de l'argent perd beaucoup
Celui qui perd un ami perd beaucoup plus
Celui qui perd la vie perd tout
Hier c'est une histoire
Aujourd'hui un cadeau
Demain un mystere
NEVER SAY NEVERNever try to understand everything
Somethings will never make sense.
Never try to be reluctant,
to show your feelings
When you are happy, give to it!!!
When you are sad, live with it.
Never be afraid to try to make things better,
You might be surprised of the results.
Never take the weight of the world on your shoulders
Cause it hurts a lot,
It really hurts a lot.
Never be guilty about the past
cause what is done is done
Learn from any mistakes you might have made.
Never feel that you are alone,
there is always sombody there for you
Never forget that you can achieve
so many things that you cna't imagine
RoseEach time you whisper in my ear
I turn pomegranate red, darling
And you've a cherry complexion when
I breathe a little faster
No need for rouge or lipstick
Our lips are bitten and cheeks flushed
Hearts pumping ruby blood
And dusty damask petals for our skin
It's not in anger but in passion
I look through vermilion glasses
Because rose is too tame for you
But red is just right
A Sweetness Turned BitterLove tints everything a lovely shade
of violet; or, in my case,
a dismal shade of grey.
fucking CarolinaLife in the fast lane; honey,
these small-town dreams won't stay here
in the Deep South; America's backyard
for mockingbirds and banjo music
playing strange melodies through
the butternut-scented evening.
Yeah, Hamlet is a nest for old geezers
and vintage housewives who
never left and teenager
who just can't sit still.
We're all ashamed of how little we know
about the outside world.
We can't wait to see the Grand Canyon,
Graceland and Santa Monica.
We don't want to die here, no..
Honey, can't you see I don't want
to end up like my brother, working
at a gas station or like my father;
reading the newspaper on the porch,
while chewing tobacco, his days
so slow, his youth so faraway?
What happened to that med student;
so idealistic, eager to learn new things,
discover a cure for cancer and
help the poor folks living in
the swamps of South Carolina?
He lost his voice, his pride somewhere
between knocking up the homecoming queen
and failing his college entrance exam.
He ended up in a pharmac
Can't StopI can’t stop,
writing about you.
You’re my crumbling refuge,
my red-herring ruse,
my heartbreak muse.
And there’s nothing about it,
I can do.
time and time again
there you are, coming out
of my ballpoint pen.
You spill unto the pages,
breaking free of your cages,
and a war of will wages.
Cuz I am tired
of writing about you.
But your memories force me to.
They bleed into my brain,
and course through my veins,
pressing in on my chest,
giving me not a moments rest.
Cuz you went
from being the one thing
I could always clutch,
to a silhouetted ghost,
of which I cannot touch.
Can’t you just leave the lonely, alone,
and let my heart out of the combat zone?
Tell me, why is it you’re still here,
you’ve been out of sight
for almost a year.
Tell me, why is it
you still live inside me?
Why won’t you just
let me be free?
God, I beg you
just let the constant flow
of memories cease.
Let me finally be able to grieve,
and find some semblance of peace.
Oh dearDearest you have killed me once again
With your smoking smile
The cupid's arrow pierced my iron heart
The Love Among All OthersMy love for you is like a cherry blossom
Grand from the bottom to the top
And when Winter comes
You display a beautiful sight with your falling petals
You call me the "Cute Kitsune" when I'm in your arms
To me, you are the angel who loves me truly
From me to you, I adorn and cherish you
This poem of love is private
But she knows what she means to me clearly
(May your life be filled with blessings and great love)<3
So far away
To touch you
To speak to you
To even say a word
I'm remind of you
Every time I hear a certain song
Or something that reminds me of you
I can't get over you
You captured my heart
Without me knowing you
I can't help but gaze and look in your direction
I want to express how I feel
But i'm afraid of rejection
So I sit in silence
As I watch you from afar
I had my chances
I had my opportunities
But I couldn't do it
I just give up in the end
Telling you how I feel
Is difficult for me
Stuck here in silence
As I watch the hours tick by
I glance at you
And softly blush
For I truly like you
But I don't say much
We hardly ever speak
Although I don't think you realize
How much it hurts me inside
I still keep silent.. and just watch you go on with life
Day after day
I wonder if i'll be able to tell you
Or if it will ever happen
I'm starting to regret
Everything I felt for you
I want to give up
I want to throw away
This pain I feel
Every single day
I can not
LoveIf we lived on the same piece of land,
I'd walk the entire distance just to hold your hand.
I'd walk with you and take you out on dates,
And admire you for your grace.
I'd listen to you sing all of your songs,
And stay there until the music is long since gone.
I would go find the snow in winter,
And remind your family, "I would never hurt her."
I'd bring you flowers,
And kiss you in rain showers.
I'd bring you home safe each night,
And I do promise to treat you right.
I'll take your heart,
Even if things get hard.
And when we have children,
I know we'll be silly still,just like them.
I will remind you of your beauty,
Until we're old and loony.
And even when we lose all our teeth,
I'll tell you, you are the loveliest woman I've ever seen,
You fit me, sweetheart, just like a glove.
Remember me, and you will always be loved.
seventeenWhen I was 17, I fell in love with the way you asked me questions, that absent expression that you have on when you’re thinking about something and don’t realize anyone is watching you, and how after all these years you are still here. That was when I started writing you love letters, ones that I would tuck away in the seams of my journal or the confines of a box that I would swear you’d get someday, but we all know I tend to lie too much. That was when you pressed me into books with lavender to keep all the petals just right, dried and perfect for all of time, and I’d come out, dizzy and smelling like old books and lavender and you, and I would have you tangled in the creases of my palms, and the knots in my hair, and the mascara smudged under my eyes.