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| Looooooooooooooong time, havent seen this for a long while , jst cam e back too say hi to all people who come here to see if something happening all i got to say ,is my life is taking a busy turns here man, I hardly get smtime to hit on this site, sorry folks keep waiting something might turn up soon.
Laterrrr
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|  o oh damn i always forget to close the sunroof ...  | | |
| Smell her hair. Pick her up & pretend you're going to throw her in the pool...she'll scream & fight you, but secretly, she'll love it. Hold her hand while you talk. Hold her hand while you drive. Just hold her hand. Tell her she looks pretty. Look her in the eyes when you talk to her. Protect her. Care for her. Tell her stupid jokes. Tickle her, even if she says stop. Slow dance with her. When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her. Let her fall asleep in your arms. Get her mad, then kiss her. Tease her. Let her tease you back. Stay up with her when shes sick. Kiss her forehead. Let her wear your clothes. Go slow. Dont push anything. Kiss her in the rain & when you feel she is everything in the world to you, make sure she knows too. And finally, when you fall in love with her, tell her. Margaret(c) | | |
| its definately for her....
Eyes how sure i was
about them as what
they see is what it is,
but former times tend
to prove the picture is
wrong by throwing light and
marking my dawn.
Beauty what everyone
pretends to have seen
and votes now and then
by changing the women
in their dream, and all of
them try their best to prove as
what they see is better than the rest.
No matter what you wear
high powered lensses
or one with black glare.
the real picture cant be seen
even if she has been specially preened
real beauty can only be felt
with your thoughts and heart
working, but eyes at rest.
Beauty felt is never wrong
unlike the one you see
with your eyes ,even
long after the dawn.
what we see comes
from the genes, a real
beauty is hardly seen.
and no its not the skin
which works as the beautifier,
but its what lies deep inside
and thats one's real attire.
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| just another work i felt like scribing for last nite.
i can see her for ever
but only in the picture
gaze at those beautifull eyes
but cant see myself in them.
i can feel her near me
but cant touch her.
i can talk with her
but cant listen what she says
she listens and smiles
wonder what does she think
about all of those piles.
i cant walk alone
'cause when i try to
i find her with me to talk to.
i can smile at her smile
and she smiles more
and when sometimes i cry
she smiles again just giving me
reasons to forget the pain
and makes me cry and smile again.
i can have her smile
but cant hear it
i have her breathing in me
but cant feel the breath.
i forget to forget that she
is somewhere near
and keep searching her
and find her to loose once again.
i still love her
but cant have her
thats what the world thinks
feel so content the way i have her
may be i ll die of happiness if i
actually have her.
or may be that death will be more meaningfull
than rest of my life without her.
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