tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80951637940224046602024-03-18T20:31:35.507-07:00My Loving PoemsAll Loving poems for lovers.
Share these poems with your lover.Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-89597963961967963942010-12-24T05:40:00.000-08:002010-12-24T05:40:53.615-08:00You Ask Me To Smile<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="" border="0" height="200" mce_src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41HH3QVA71L.jpg" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41HH3QVA71L.jpg" width="194" /></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Smile</span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black;"> <i> <!-- google_ad_section_start --> You ask me to smile <br />
But I don’t want to <br />
For everybody it’s a crime <br />
So why it isn’t a crime for you <br />
<br />
People tell many things <br />
And they ask me if I know <br />
The love message <br />
Of you my boy <br />
</i></span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><i>But I can't answer the question <br />
Because I don’t know <br />
Do you really love me <br />
Are you my boy <br />
<br />
Now it’s you’re turn <br />
Don’t ask me why <br />
Just prove that you love me <br />
But don’t make me cry </i></span></b></span>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-59503428570971083632010-12-24T05:38:00.000-08:002010-12-24T05:38:37.164-08:00My Father<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><img alt="" border="0" height="149" mce_src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5287423207_0b7531fe6b.jpg" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5241/5287423207_0b7531fe6b.jpg" width="200" /></b></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Father</b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="color: black;"><i>At these moments when Im weak <br />
I just dont want to speak.. </i></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
<span style="color: black;"><i>They ask whats wrong <br />
I tried my best to be strong <br />
But I cant, not this time <br />
Thats why Im writing this rhyme <br />
<br />
Pain, powerless, anger and the loss is wat I feel, <br />
For my daddy is sick and wont heal <br />
They often ask is everything oke? <br />
<br />
My answer would be: "No, because my father will be gone someday" </i></span></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> <br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-78419011403895683062010-12-24T05:35:00.000-08:002010-12-24T05:35:05.490-08:00Awake<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img id="z_pic0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/142430879_955ce2984d_m.jpg" style="height: 140px; width: 180px;" title="Size:500X390.
Description:Social Sciences" /></div><br />
<div style="color: #cccccc;"> <b><span style="font-size: small;"> <i> <!-- google_ad_section_start --> Every night, I lie awake, <br />
want to change, not to be fake. <br />
It feels like no one cares about me, <br />
Just want to die, don't want to be alive.Sadness is always in my heart, <br />
just want to end and die, just want to start over. <br />
I want to be accepted for who I am, <br />
I wish someone out there could understand. <br />
I ask myself “When will death come upon me” <br />
I just want to jump, jump off dramatically </i></span></b></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-87623584005868711702010-12-04T01:19:00.000-08:002010-12-04T01:19:13.438-08:00My life - question<div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>~My life-question~ <br />
<br />
Please don’t answer before you’ve figured it out!!! <br />
<br />
I’m reaching out <br />
for someone to hurt me <br />
screaming out loud <br />
for someone to break me <br />
whisper in silence <br />
for someone to make me feel <br />
I’m OK <br />
even when I’m ana <br />
even when I cut myself <br />
even when I… <br />
want to give up <br />
everything I have <br />
<br />
don’t <br />
don’t tell me <br />
don’t say to me <br />
don’t think: <br />
you do love me <br />
<br />
you don’t <br />
you just don’t love me <br />
the way I am right now <br />
so what’d tell me <br />
you will finally do <br />
when I’m totally <br />
who you want me to be??? </i></b></span></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-15112944180279529542010-12-04T01:13:00.000-08:002010-12-04T01:18:05.900-08:00Vanished loveSohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-42794623008546302422010-12-04T01:08:00.000-08:002010-12-04T01:08:53.862-08:00Goodbye friend<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24918835@N03/5153030335" mce_href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/24918835@N03/5153030335" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="133" mce_src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/5153030335_4b0d099c1e.jpg" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/5153030335_4b0d099c1e.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good Bye Friend</td></tr>
</tbody></table><span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"><b><i style="color: #eeeeee;">I guess it’s over then. <br />
I can’t talk to you again. <br />
You’ve become a friend. <br />
I’ve enjoyed the time we spend. <br />
I’m gonna miss you. <br />
But this is something you’re forced to. <br />
Goodbye and till never. <br />
We’re apart forever. <br />
I’m sorry for all the trouble. <br />
I’m taking the pain double</i></b></span> <br />
<br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>. <br />
Goodbye friend. <br />
This is our end. </i></span></span>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-34627673321577267712010-12-04T01:05:00.000-08:002010-12-04T01:05:11.718-08:00For Ben<div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44124348109@N01/2532318394" mce_href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/44124348109@N01/2532318394" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="185" mce_src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2532318394_fcc248f26a.jpg" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3255/2532318394_fcc248f26a.jpg" width="200" /></a><i>I thought we would be a part <br />
You've touched me since the start <br />
For two years, I had a crush on you <br />
And wenn you finally liked me too <br />
I ignored every little sign <br />
Though I wanted to make you mine <br />
Inside, I was filled with joy <br />
But you saw me with another boy <br />
Maybe that's why you treat me like air </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>I think it isn't really fair <br />
You didn't wait for my reply <br />
My love for you will never die <br />
Small pain turned into a heartacke <br />
Now I can't sleep, I want you back <br />
Please, just return and stay <br />
I'll be around, don't go away </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-20810699237000355782010-11-24T00:30:00.000-08:002010-11-24T00:30:08.676-08:00Look behind words & eyes<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #eeeeee;">Look behind words & eyes</b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #eeeeee;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/34236324@N05/5203233367" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="147" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5203233367_66406ab96f.jpg" width="200" /></a><i>Feel the pain, <br />
behind the flesh. <br />
See the falling rain, <br />
behind my sad eyes. <br />
<br />
Search for me, <br />
the fake or the real smile. <br />
Because I already see, <br />
the weak girl behind words. <br />
<br />
But don't open that other, <br />
the seductive dark side. <br />
Do not bother, <br />
something that ugly, <br />
<br />
{because I cannot stop it} </i></b></span>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-38274905262197238592010-11-24T00:27:00.000-08:002010-11-24T00:27:35.290-08:00Meaning of life<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:ReligionSymbolAbr.PNG" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/8f/ReligionSymbolAbr.PNG" width="304" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Allah Is One</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Looking for a life, <br />
a destiny. <br />
Making beautiful things with what you found, <br />
you are listening, but there is no sound. <br />
Now you realise everything became upside down. <br />
Fast became slow, <br />
solid became liquit. <br />
You've learned to see things from a diferend side of view. <br />
Make a thing, <br />
make a meaning of life. </i></b></span></div><br />
<a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cristo_Redentor_-_Rio.jpg" target="_blank"><br />
</a><br />
<a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Cristo_Redentor_-_Rio.jpg"><br />
</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:ReligionSymbolAbr.PNG"><br />
</a>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-65414380009634745252010-11-24T00:23:00.000-08:002010-11-24T00:23:59.010-08:00Missing you<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/9405578@N06/5203239283" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5203239283_406a029b80.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br />
I miss your touch, <br />
I miss your breath. <br />
I miss your words, <br />
to make me laugh. <br />
<br />
To get me through the night, <br />
You we're always there by my side. <br />
Both still in love, <br />
But an impossible chance. <br />
<br />
I hate autism. <br />
It took everything I had. <br />
It maked my life so miserable, <br />
it maked me feel so bad.. <br />
</i></b></span> </div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
<i>I miss your touch, <br />
your lovely words, <br />
your drowning eyes, <br />
I hope I'll survive. </i></b></span> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-89055515250536182092010-11-20T22:41:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:41:32.797-08:00If I was a butterfly<div style="color: #eeeeee;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Monarch_Butterfly_Pink_Zinnia_1800px.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="221" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b9/Monarch_Butterfly_Pink_Zinnia_1800px.jpg" width="336" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"> <i> If I was a butterfly <br />
I would fly in your direction <br />
Because I only want to be with you <br />
You said we have that connection <br />
<br />
If I had to try <br />
I would do it for you <br />
Because you know I would do anything <br />
To get through to you <br />
</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>If you were here <br />
I’d be right there by your side <br />
Because I want to be where you are <br />
You know you are my pride <br />
<br />
If you had any fear <br />
I would take it away from you <br />
Because I can feel what you feel <br />
I know you through and through </i></span></b> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-75790852758156518762010-11-20T22:36:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:36:45.812-08:00*The memory*<div style="color: #eeeeee;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Kissed_poster.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/33/Kissed_poster.jpg" width="213" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I look at a picture, <br />
I see two happy smiles, <br />
Why are you not here by my side? <br />
I know it’s the distance, so very wide.. <br />
<br />
Do you remember..? <br />
The time we walked, <br />
You hold my hand, <br />
Kissed my hand, <br />
And said: I’ am gone miss you… <br />
<br />
You know the moment, <br />
Our look in each others eyes, <br />
You kissed me, <br />
And we smiled, <br />
I will never forget the feeling of love… <br />
<br />
You give me butterfly’s, <br />
And your sweet kiss, <br />
It’s your touch, <br />
I really miss… <br />
<br />
You give me wings, <br />
That’s one of your good things. <br />
What I’m gone say is trough. <br />
To say: 'I really love you!' <br />
</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I feel safe with you, <br />
Just hold me, <br />
Its all you have to do, <br />
So you can feel my love you. <br />
<br />
We have something special, <br />
Do you feel it? <br />
Do you hear it? <br />
Just listen to your hart, <br />
Then you feel love… </i></span></b></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-80892096463288720822010-11-20T22:34:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:34:08.310-08:00I am not her<div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53464383@N00/3175202745" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="211" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3391/3175202745_cc82888a17.jpg" width="320" /></a><i>I see you with her <br />
And I see love <br />
I want what you have <br />
With her <br />
But my love for you <br />
Isn't enough <br />
</i></b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
<i>I am not her <br />
Nor will I ever be <br />
But only if you would open your eyes <br />
And see <br />
<br />
How much I yearn for your touch <br />
How much I yearn for that tender embrace <br />
For your gentle hand to lovingly stroke my face <br />
<br />
I looked into your eyes up close <br />
And it felt like I froze <br />
I saw heaven in your eyes <br />
I saw that unreachable paradise <br />
<br />
I am not her <br />
Nor will I ever be <br />
But I can't help but wondering <br />
Will you ever love me? </i></b></span> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-65082155651648674582010-11-20T22:30:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:38:37.955-08:00Nativity in eternal affection<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #eeeeee; float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Smooches_%28baby_and_child_kiss%29.jpg" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="132" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ae/Smooches_%28baby_and_child_kiss%29.jpg" width="200" /></a></b></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Lovely Babay </b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Your wink was like the exact contour of my mom's eye groove <br />
<br />
The way you walk is like the rhythm of my mom's cuty caution <br />
<br />
Your consolation is a thrilling resonance from my home's roof <br />
<br />
Indeed, you never deny towards anyone's misprizing eye who tries to stun you like a nun <br />
<br />
In the dead of the night, you hitch to me like the frangible baby's move in an uterus <br />
<br />
Sometimes the way you respire feels like your spirit ignites all my veins contemporarily <br />
<br />
My corrosive job daily hurts me but your abundant affection coagulates every injury into a fuss <br />
<br />
Your calumniating resentful moods move like ebb and flood in a natural pulse because of your invincible fraternity <br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Smooches_%28baby_and_child_kiss%29.jpg"><br />
</a></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Your daily loyal affectionate words resurrect every set back like a soaring chorus <br />
<br />
When I flee for your compelling household I am retained by the ceiling of your wall of cherishing surrender <br />
<br />
My notorious crimes impedes our tender touch but my armoured guardian is always pulverized by your bus <br />
<br />
Your bruises that rankle due to your cruel ex parners <br />
are coagulated by my wailing whispers oh so tender </i></b></span></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-71060088583763976432010-11-20T22:26:00.000-08:002010-11-20T22:26:37.884-08:00Ode to the paddekote<div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
<i> Beer flows rich in this small tavern. <br />
I store these moments in my memory. <br />
People laugh <br />
an people drink. <br />
Forgetting the sorrow of the day that went by. <br />
I hear the braking of a glass <br />
and turn my head. <br />
Nobody yells <br />
Nobody is upset. <br />
After a sip of there glass filled with the cold golden beer they rejoin the neverending discutions. <br />
Nobody giver another thought to the minuscul pieces of chrital like glass spread all over the red-brown tavern floor. <br />
They got lost between the dust and the smoked up cigaretts and will be the wury for the cleaninglady tomorowmorning. <br />
The glazing eyes of the already half-drunk people at the typical Belgian bar look around to find themself cought into a new discution. <br />
I just sit at the small wooden table and I observe them. <br />
The hard working people behind the bar run around trying to keep pleasing the neverending group of custumors, knowing that there place in this world is in there hands. <br />
People come <br />
and people go. <br />
Here in this smalltown tavern. <br />
They talk about the most useless things. <br />
Feeling that they're getting more drunk with every glass that crosses there mouth. <br />
The intens atmosphere that hangs between these old walls is sensational, it makes the world pass by and stops time. <br />
People forget </i></b></span> </div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/35659542@N04/5043992565" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="195" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4088/5043992565_77a7cff085.jpg" width="200" /></a><i><br />
</i></b></span> </div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>and people remember. <br />
They look back at there live remembering a smalltown tavern that crossed there pad sometimes and they long for another glim of that place. <br />
As they continue living there lives, the live at tha tarvern doesn't change. <br />
The costumers yelling there order, my parents serving them, the neverending noice of people in deep discution and accasionally the braking of a meaningless glass. <br />
This tavern in this smalltown I call home, the smell of the air, the noice from the coffeemachine, the soft yellow lights above the bar. <br />
It is were my live turns around. <br />
People watch <br />
and people think, <br />
but will they ever know ...</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-75933898052583308692010-11-13T01:00:00.000-08:002010-11-13T01:00:49.102-08:00Overload<div style="color: #cccccc;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Wikimedia_Foundation_RGB_logo_with_text.svg" target="_blank"> </a></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"><br />
</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My heart is beating, overload</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My throat got stuck, I’m out of air</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Keys are gone, the doors are locked</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My heart is beating, overload</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/63051795@N00/2422640384" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="150" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2145/2422640384_488a736c32.jpg" width="200" /></a><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> </span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Butterflies fly round and round</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Desperately looking for a way out</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Keys are gone, the doors are locked</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My heart is beating, overload</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Tears reflect the sparkle in my eyes</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My ears hear more than waves of sound</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My mouth is filled with question marks</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My mind is thinking, overload</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Butterflies go round and round</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My heart is beating, overload</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Love is patient, love is kind</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Love is hatred, love is blind</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">Keys are gone, the doors are locked</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My mind is thinking, overload</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My ears hear more than waves of sound</span></span></b></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span lang="EN-GB"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">My throat got stuck, I’m out of air</span></span></b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
<a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Webcomic_xkcd_-_Wikipedian_protester.png" target="_blank"><br />
</a></b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Webcomic_xkcd_-_Wikipedian_protester.png"><br />
</a></b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-5966704767144446072010-11-13T00:57:00.000-08:002010-11-13T00:57:23.246-08:00specks<div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> Does beauty hurt you</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> so much because</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> it wants perhaps</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> to make you whole</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> and you want to remain</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> broken because that way</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> it hurts less;</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> will mostly bless</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> do you walk around wondering</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> why nothing makes sense</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> the way the tender winds caress</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> and deep in you</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> the fragments that you left</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> can not remind you anymore</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> of life's eternal breath</b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-style: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; margin-left: 80px; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b> and the unfair specks of death</b></span></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-26588353285386041082010-11-13T00:54:00.000-08:002010-11-13T00:54:44.491-08:00I want to be<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img height="497" id="z_pic0" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/53/142430879_955ce2984d_m.jpg" style="height: 140px; width: 180px;" title="Size:500X390.
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<div style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>i want to be, i want to be <br />
a little girl who is free <br />
Not too small not too big <br />
just enough to be that kid, <br />
no more worries, no more lies <br />
you won't see them in my eyes, <br />
you will see, you will see, <br />
that little girl who's still in me, <br />
it's just an idea, just a dream, <br />
I hope that doesn't sounds too mean <br />
And when it does, don't blame me, <br />
blame the ones who did this to me... </i></span></b></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-67682953489360928952010-11-13T00:51:00.000-08:002010-11-13T00:51:15.284-08:00Faint<div style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Losing_Grip_single.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="299" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c4/Losing_Grip_single.jpg" width="300" /></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>out of words <br />
out of tears <br />
I've found the edge <br />
scream <br />
cover my ears <br />
<br />
<br />
I'm losing ground <br />
<br />
reaching palms <br />
fake <br />
my smile </i></span></b></div><b style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b><div style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></b> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>yet I'm losing ground <br />
<br />
it's terrifying <br />
the sky I see <br />
grey rainbows and lost stars <br />
so I look down <br />
<br />
but still I'm losing ground </i></span></b> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-32520347644189752302010-11-07T05:58:00.000-08:002010-11-07T05:58:43.252-08:00Broken smile<div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Catlin_Okipa.jpg" mce_href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Catlin_Okipa.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="142" mce_src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/de/Catlin_Okipa.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/d/de/Catlin_Okipa.jpg" width="200" /></a><br />
<i> <!-- google_ad_section_start --> I used to hide my cries, <br />
I used to hide my pain. <br />
I used to hide behind my lies, <br />
I did it every day. <br />
<br />
I hate to lie, but I didn’t want to hurt people with my pain. <br />
So that was all I could do. <br />
But that didn’t made the pain go away. <br />
</i></b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Now my smile is broken my heart so sore. <br />
I don’t know why but I can’t fake my smile anymore. <br />
<br />
it just is so hard to smile, when you feel like crying. <br />
it is hard to smile, when you feel like you're dying. <br />
it is hard to smile when you want to grab that knife. <br />
it is hard to put that smile on my face, while at the same time I think of ways to end up my life. </i></b></span></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-2006134526782601582010-11-07T05:56:00.000-08:002010-11-07T05:56:18.394-08:00The basic lines of love<div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Love_Truly_Romance.JPG" mce_href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Love_Truly_Romance.JPG" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="144" mce_src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/57/Love_Truly_Romance.JPG" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/57/Love_Truly_Romance.JPG" width="200" /></a><i>One. <br />
There's nothing I would do that I haven't done. <br />
Two. <br />
You say this is who you are, but do I really know you? <br />
Three. <br />
I don't know if you've noticed, but you're losing me. <br />
Four. <br />
I don't think I have to walk you out, there's the door. <br />
Five. <br />
I've started to hate the way you make me feel so alive. <br />
Six. <br />
I don't need your sympathy and I won't fall for your trics. <br />
Seven. <br />
Look around, this comes close to nor paradise, nor heaven. <br />
Eight. <br />
You came back... But I'm sorry. You came back WAY too late. <br />
Nine. <br />
What happened to us, baby? You used to be mine. <br />
Ten. <br />
Who am I kidding? We both know I'll fall for you... <br />
over <br />
and <br />
over </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i></i></b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>again. </i></b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Love_Truly_Romance.JPG" mce_href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Love_Truly_Romance.JPG"><br />
</a></b></span></div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
</b></span> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-673049830784067002010-11-04T08:07:00.000-07:002010-11-04T08:07:53.419-07:004 Better Days<div style="color: #eeeeee;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lily_1.jpg" mce_href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Lily_1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="" border="0" height="320" mce_src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bf/Lily_1.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/bf/Lily_1.jpg" width="201" /></a><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The train has left the station <br />
and I can't ride along <br />
It doesn't bother me to stay, <br />
I couldn't go on home <br />
<br />
The fear has taken me over <br />
the fear to be alone <br />
But there ain't nothing I can do <br />
so I'll just sit and wait <br />
<br />
4 Better Days <br />
4 Better Days <br />
Better ways to make up my mind <br />
They're pretty close but I just lost sight. <br />
And now I'm falling down like raindrops <br />
to end up in a drainpipe. <br />
<br />
So light me up like matches <br />
And match my broken pair. <br />
Appear and chase me out <br />
of my uneasy chair. <br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
<i>And make me live again <br />
until I die <br />
Make me live again <br />
And I won't whine <br />
<br />
4 Better Days <br />
4 Better Days <br />
Better ways to make up my mind <br />
They're pretty close but I just lost sight. <br />
And now I'm falling down like raindrops <br />
to end up in a drainpipe. <br />
</i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>The train has left the station <br />
and I can't ride along..... </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-56426578482118823782010-11-02T03:45:00.000-07:002010-11-02T03:45:17.085-07:00Change of Heart<b style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"></span></b><div style="color: #cccccc;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #cccccc; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.ctwcstore.com/images/changeofheart_logo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="http://www.ctwcstore.com/images/changeofheart_logo.jpg" border="0" height="200" src="http://www.ctwcstore.com/images/changeofheart_logo.jpg" width="200" /></a></span></b></div><div align="left" style="color: #cccccc;"><b><span style="font-size: small;">I can be whatever you want me to be<br />
but it won't be me <br />
<br />
behind the wall of stone <br />
my heart suffers a pain <br />
that no word can explain<br />
</span><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/72098626@N00/2906764434" mce_href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/72098626@N00/2906764434" target="_blank"> </a></span><span style="font-size: small;">in the darkest corner<br />
of my mind grows hate <br />
like red roses in spring, naturally<br />
<br />
drowning in a sea of Hennessey <br />
tears dropping as autumn rain <br />
melting the human been<br />
inside of me<br />
<br />
on bottom of life <br />
but not tired to fight a way trough <br />
the forest full of wolfs <br />
I became one to survive<br />
</span></b> </div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-10348945554008278452010-11-02T03:00:00.000-07:002010-11-02T03:00:43.525-07:00Call<span style="font-size: small;"><b style="color: #eeeeee;"></b></span><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #eeeeee; float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><img alt="" border="0" height="200" mce_src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/71/Hate_It_or_Love_It.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/71/Hate_It_or_Love_It.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="200" /></b></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Image via <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hate_It_or_Love_It.jpg" mce_href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hate_It_or_Love_It.jpg">Wikipedia</a></b></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><br />
<i> I love way, you make me laugh <br />
I love the way you make me smile, while you are on my mind <br />
I love to receive your messages <br />
I love to receive your call <br />
I love the way you give me kisses through the phone </i></b></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>but not that alone </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hate_It_or_Love_It.jpg" mce_href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Hate_It_or_Love_It.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"></a></b></span></div><div style="color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>I hate when you don't call <br />
and don't message me at all <br />
I hate looking at the phone, waithing for the anoying sound it makes receiving a call <br />
But right now the worst of all <br />
I hate the feeling that you don't have a clue at all </i></b></span></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8095163794022404660.post-62148736224947861322010-11-02T02:55:00.000-07:002010-11-02T02:55:55.501-07:00Naive<span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: small;"></span><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="color: #cccccc; float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="" border="0" height="240" mce_src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ab/Sprookjeswonderland-1.jpg" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/a/ab/Sprookjeswonderland-1.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /></span></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Image via <a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sprookjeswonderland-1.jpg" mce_href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sprookjeswonderland-1.jpg">Wikipedia</a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> <br />
</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="color: #cccccc;"><span style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sprookjeswonderland-1.jpg" mce_href="http://commons.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Sprookjeswonderland-1.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"></a></span><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Here come the serenades, <br />
the I love you’s and the flowers <br />
Here comes his touch <br />
as he calls me his princess. <br />
</i></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="color: #cccccc;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><i>Here he pops the question, <br />
hands me his beautiful ring <br />
Here I am supposed to believe <br />
in a fairy tale, a childhood dream. <br />
<br />
Here he asks to trust him <br />
to lay my life in his hands <br />
Here he hopes for our happy ending <br />
So here, we say goodbye. <br />
<br />
Here you thought we had forever <br />
and that I was completely yours <br />
Here the truth at last unraveled: <br />
It was a fling, and nothing more. <br />
</i></span></div>Sohaibhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10439532463402762910noreply@blogger.com0