Sad Romantic

My nights are worse than deathI spend each night in graveTwo islands on a single bedAnd a death like silence reins.I spend each night in graveWith thoughts and feelings deadAnd a death like silence reinsWhen at midnight my dreams turn into ghosts.With thoughts and feelings deadNomore I wish to liveAt midnight my dreams become ghostsThese are the dreams, our eyes ... [read document]

Yellow aura in the back drop, Dwells within the well confined prop, Infects soft shadows in brunette; Seduced they light up the silhouette.   Wings exposed to the sensations, Quiver in anticipations, Etched as feather strings of delight; Long to fuse with this earthly sight.   ... [full story]

Aloof on the battle field her combat skill cries,Irish blood runs wild with little inebriation,Indian warrior counts coup in feather stories,Russian Viking lines in dormant breeding. Duchess plays nature with tulip aroma,Creative Polish gene encounters blush with pink,A wild thing as the spirits seduces her faith;Tempting to redo her life's aspirations? Touch me not with your hate for ... [full story]

You, Me, And between us a silence, Why don`t you speak? The rising and falling of your eyelids, Your sweet laugh, Your rhythm of breath, Your fragrance, Breaks this silence [full story]

When you left me , Fearing I have lost you for ever looked for you in the stars.Deep down my heart told meI was still there in your sky shining along , quietly joy crept into my melancholy tuneAnd my heart sang with ecstacy, The day you came back, I found dreams falling apartbroken into thousand pieces.My ... [full story]

I won’t come to you. I promise, never. But for ever and ever , I would be with you in your dreams and your thoughts. I won’t let you catch me, my dear. But I would be there in the books in your hands, In the lyrics that you love, In the words that make ... [full story]

It’s true we do not have any time for the old ‘Cause we treat them only as a stepping stone. Arms that cradle become withered with time and We shrug them off as our burden of bones. But I paused and looked at the Mirror- Who am I ? The flower or the seed ; ... [full story]

The sky isn't always blue The sun doesn't always shine It's alright to fall apart, sometimes. I am not always you And you are not always mine It's alright to fall apart, sometimes. After all is said and done One and one still is one When we cry, when we laugh I am half, you ... [full story]

YOU SAID YOU WOULDNT BE BACK BUT LOOK AT WHERE YOUR ATI DONT KNOW IF YOUR FOR REAL AND I REALLY DONT KNOW HOW YOU FEEL WITH ME, PLEASE DONT PLAY " YOU PLAY TO GET PLAYED" IS WHAT PEEPS SAY TO YOU I WONT EVER BE FAKE BUT ITS ... [full story]

Fantasies come pleasantly Engaging our ingenuousness With the poignancy Of real experiences.They posses the power to Draw up different people together, Choose them in changeable postures, Then return to a frozen picture.They can once more Extricate people from situations, Arrange things upon a wish, and Let you play god several times over.There's a sort of ... [full story]