My love has big black eyes.
My love has no one to care for
My love is lonely and poor
My love has some despair in his eyes
My love does not speak my language
But love has its own language
And I can see in his eyes all the dreams he have
And I’m the only one to live those dreams
I feel ashamed to have that luck for two
It snows on the top of the world
And my love is cold, and lonely at night
But my words sent on wires warm him
Until destiny brings us together again
(i post it here though it was already in my journal because you liked the first one)
Have u read my poem...They moved it to the Intakhab...dont know why...
U r right about the distance being unimportant in death...but to me strength is one of the things that makes the difference...
Noone is worth more then your own life...Happiness has to begin from within...and from nobody other then our own self!!!
U r right about the distance being unimportant in death...but to me strength is one of the things that makes the difference...
Noone is worth more then your own life...Happiness has to begin from within...and from nobody other then our own self!!!
yes i read it, and i liked your last comment a lot
it's not as easy as it it seems, no one is worth more than my own life, but it doesn't imply i don't miss some people
If u could please read this book by Eckhart Tolle...Its called The Power of Now"..I really like his philosophy of life...I'll email u an article by him...actually its an interview...let me try finding it
thank you,