i have loved and i have lost
i have turned and i have tossed
i have listened and i have watched
i' have given into this for long enough
i have lost and i have loved
so don't close your eyes.
Not just yet for
sleep is just a cousin of death
by Unknown
Friday, February 17, 2012
is just a cousin of death
If love was a question would you tell me the answer if you knew?
If love was a
question would you tell me the answer
if you knew? If love were, what would you do and is
there a limit to what you would go through to accrue, construe
the answer to love if it was asked to you. When love’s in a question
“Do you love me, yes or no?” or “What helps love inside of you grow?”
within yourself an answer is usually stowed if you throw down the walls
hiding what you know. Love as a question with no obvious suggestion for
an expression with an answer open to the disretion of the one asking and
the one tasked with masking their thoughts does not have answer of the
sort questions usually sport. Answers will be open to retort as it will be
unique to whoever gave the report. . “Love?” A playful shove to show I
treat the one I love above boundaries imposed on me. “Love?” like a
a warm, well fitting glove, more fiiting of peace that any dove, a big
insulating fabric for my soul. As many as there are asked love
as a query will be as many answers received, seldom dreary.
Love is the solution to so many riddles that fiddle inside
so many minds but love as a question is an enigma
with an answer that only one at a time can find.
If love was a question and you held, had
possession of the impression of an
answer, would you still let me
know and would our love
still grow if I did not
agree with what
you were
able to
show
?
question would you tell me the answer
if you knew? If love were, what would you do and is
there a limit to what you would go through to accrue, construe
the answer to love if it was asked to you. When love’s in a question
“Do you love me, yes or no?” or “What helps love inside of you grow?”
within yourself an answer is usually stowed if you throw down the walls
hiding what you know. Love as a question with no obvious suggestion for
an expression with an answer open to the disretion of the one asking and
the one tasked with masking their thoughts does not have answer of the
sort questions usually sport. Answers will be open to retort as it will be
unique to whoever gave the report. . “Love?” A playful shove to show I
treat the one I love above boundaries imposed on me. “Love?” like a
a warm, well fitting glove, more fiiting of peace that any dove, a big
insulating fabric for my soul. As many as there are asked love
as a query will be as many answers received, seldom dreary.
Love is the solution to so many riddles that fiddle inside
so many minds but love as a question is an enigma
with an answer that only one at a time can find.
If love was a question and you held, had
possession of the impression of an
answer, would you still let me
know and would our love
still grow if I did not
agree with what
you were
able to
show
?
Tiësto - Edward Carnby
Translation
Shto li mesetchinko greesh
[Why are you glowing little moon?]
Ta mi makata ogriavash
[To enlighten my pain!]
Dolu senki se tcherneyat
[Down here the dark shadows]
I prekarshvat mi krilata
[have cut my wings]
Shte li mi zorata vlee
[Will the dawn fulfill me]
Novi sili, giva vyara
[with vital strenght and belief?]
Da otlitna, da prehvrakna
[To elevate, to be elevated]
Sas zorata da se sleya
[with the rising sun, fade away]
Eh, denyat kogat' raztsyfne
[And when the day will burst]
Tchist kato voda ot izvor
[Flowing as pure as the water source]
Shte raprysne li tamata
[Will it dispel the darkness]
Na syrceto mi v noshtite
[of my heart?]
love has a way of making people weak
Deep down i know
that this is not okay
Deep down i hope
it will disappear
Deep down i pray
that i might heal
Deep down i seek
for strength that disappeared
Friends and Foes
Forget those who never gave a damn about you
Remember those whom always stood by you
If they forget you and flick you off like a used cigar
They will never know how great you really are
Remember those whom always stood by you
If they forget you and flick you off like a used cigar
They will never know how great you really are
Boys boys boys - Sabrina
Okay, this video is apparently not appropriate for children or young teenagers so
if you're an adult or over 17 you can carry on clicking on read more. if not, enjoy the rest of the content but not this. Your parents will be really mad at me, if you defy this. -.-
Bheer Mein Tanhai Mein
i know this is a bit of a sad song, but i'm only able to listen to this
kind of music as my headache is at its worst at the moment. However
it is a beautiful song :)
a short message to all my readers and followers
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Have a continuous great day :)
— Maya Angelou
“Having courage does not mean that we are unafraid. Having courage and showing courage means we face our fears. We are able to say, “I have fallen, but I will get up.”
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