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how can i see?
how can i let you

you told me
you hate me
and be away

but i love you
i will not as spider
who ate the gift
then her beloved
what does he get?
he became the martyr of love

the scorpion did the same
so every man must kiss his beloved
leg and hand
as she loves him, and let him love
, let him in life sustain
what a gift!

i am not selfish
i will let you at finish
but i will push
any one will hurt or tend to polish
your honor and makes it *******

i will be as the great fish
who will face every worst fish
and may **** myself and you live
long happy , you deserve
love is the spirit that deals between two hearts
Laiva purjehti, laiva pysähdin.
Anna mennä!
Meressa, joessa, lahdessa samaa vetta.
Joskus aallot niin pitkiä.
Mahdottonta avaa silmänsä.
Joskus aurinko paista.
Joskus satavetta.
Joskus kipeä.
Joskus sattua.
Voit itkeä, voit nauratta.
Voit kiipeillä.
Mutta anna sen mennä!
Laiva meressa, laiva menee.
Elämä on jatkossa.
Jokaisessa hetkessä.
The ship!

The ship sailed, the ship stopped.
Let go!
The same water in the sea, in the river, in the bay.
Sometimes the waves are so long.
Impossible to open the eyes.
Sometimes the sun shines.
Sometimes it rains.
Sometimes sore.
Sometimes it hurts.
You can cry, you can laugh.
You can climb.
But let it go!
Ship in the sea, ship goes.
The life goes on.
In every moment.
I would say I miss you,
But that would be a lie right,
same as the lies of “you’re beautiful”
and “I love you” coming out of the lips of men I poured everything into but those were my mistake to mull over. My past for me to dissect. And the hurtful things I told myself, I could take, I was never as cruel to disguise judgement for caring. There was only so much hurt one person could carry,
only so many times I could be cut open by one person and stitched back up to hear them say they fixed me. How many times you’d say you’d fixed me, like I was broken? Like my flaws were factory defects but it was fine, you’d accept me cause you knew you could fix me?
The way you’d make it sound like were a Coldplay song. Like the lyrics and you holding my hand could put back together the pieces of a fragile girl torn apart by too many people. You, my savior, put me in cage, reminded me I could not be trusted to make my own choices, because this naive girl had fallen for too many sweet promises and had bad judgment when making my mistakes and you had to come in and fix me. Like I was a broken car and you a mechanic. Like you came in to sweep me off my feet with duct tape and hot glue. My hero. Came on his white horse to fix me and I’d fall at your feet  because after all, you’d put in all the work, right? You put effort into fixing something no one would love anyways. Something that wasn’t yours to fix in the first place and I’m supposed to be grateful? That you remind me who was there to pick up the pieces of every broken heart? That you remind me I’m not good enough, not smart enough to see when someone is lying to me, to see when I’m being played, but they my  mistakes to make. After all, it was me, crying, alone, throwing up in a McDonald’s bathroom, surviving, putting myself back together and you sweeping in to take all the credit for my work and I’m supposed to apologize for not loving you back the way you put effort into fixing me?
Amazing and brilliant
Her sight is sharp and is interacted
My deeper heart calling, "I surrounded"
Her talk is low but is understood
Her hair as the waves once up other downward

She walked as the dear coming to hunt
Not is hunted by she will hunt
All are amused and surely asked
Who is that smart, we must engaged
Get fiancé act or marriage at fast

The crowds get in struggle that will begin
But she goes and evaporates as the vanish
That is the end and the finish
the beauty one comes and says no word. all wants to know and have a look
Kivinen hiljainen joki.
Hellästi virtaa vuoriston alle.
Varmuus massiiveista tammeista.
Lumoa oivallus taivasta.
Turkoosiin väriin muuttuisin
Pyytäsiin horisonttin pudota.
Rohkeasti avasi kätensä.
Pyytäisi paratiisin halaukseni.
Pyytäisi minua katselee.
Taivaksen kauneus autuuksien.

Feel the pain
Genre: Dark Abstract
Theme: Tik Tik || Countdown
Susana May 18
Little rain drops
racing on the window
I would watch them as a child
trying to guess which lucky ******* will win the race
funny thing
I always focused on those two specific drops
as if there weren’t millions of them trying to reach the finish line
we’re no different from them
we’re just bigger
and worse
zahra Mar 9
as a children we were taught
that boys were not supposed to "pretty"
they were supposed to be handsome,
manly as well as tough,
and a bit rough around the edges

as a children we were taught
that boys were not supposed to be "pretty"
but as you looked at me
glossy lips stained the color of cherries
and laughed as a child would

the sparkle in your eyes had never faded
a smile playing at your lips, you asked
"but i am pretty, aren't i?"
Johnny walker Feb 17
Will, there be time enough for me to get done whatever Is left for me to  do before this life Is finally through to finish anything
I started there are poems of my wife still I have to write

But when all Is said and done to what will be for me then when my writing Is all done and I cannot write any more to
what will I do them because I live with the fear
of not being able to

For writing to me about my wife has become like an addiction a necessary need to write every day If I miss a day feel I've failed just got to write every spare moment

I have In a day total dedication devotion
an undying love for my sweetheart even though she gone I live her, breath her every second of the day she Is In my thoughts

I live for her memory It's the only way I know how to survive In a world I'm no longer happy In I knew the day l lost her my whole world would crumble because she was so ill I'd feared losing her for

But tried to push the thought to the back my mind but the eventually the Inevitable happened
and she was gone my whole world gone with
her no fairy tale ending
no sitting together In retirement on a porch watching the sun go down
or watching flying geese across the morning

I'm struggling to comes terms of the loss or maybe
I don't want to perhaps It's that I'm comfortable to live In sadness because at least she still with me If I were to cure grief completely I'd lose her I don't want to do that
Will I have enough time to finish what I started In life
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