(poems from my mind)
1.[have Ты ever?]
Have Ты ever wondered?
Have Ты ever feared?
Have Ты ever questioned?
или were Ты always scared?
2.[like a toy]
Have Ты ever heard of love?
или happiness and joy?
No Ты didn't,
Because to you, everything is like a toy.
3.[my stupid mind]
I am so tired,
Of hearing these words in my mind.
Sometimes, I wish i can just fall,
And go deaf and blind.
4.[a Рождество poem]
Рождество is on the way,
So merry Christmas!
What else can i say?
(a poem that i read from the internet)
Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes, I am smiling,
But inside, I am dying.
(a poem that my closest friend wrote for me, it may be my Избранное poem of all time)
God gave us two eyes to see,
Two legs to walk the street,
Two ears to let us hear,
And two arms to defend ourselves and not to fear.
But why did he give u only one heart?
Maybe because somewhere in this world there is the other part,
That we should look for and when we find never tare them apart.
1.[have Ты ever?]
Have Ты ever wondered?
Have Ты ever feared?
Have Ты ever questioned?
или were Ты always scared?
2.[like a toy]
Have Ты ever heard of love?
или happiness and joy?
No Ты didn't,
Because to you, everything is like a toy.
3.[my stupid mind]
I am so tired,
Of hearing these words in my mind.
Sometimes, I wish i can just fall,
And go deaf and blind.
4.[a Рождество poem]
Рождество is on the way,
So merry Christmas!
What else can i say?
(a poem that i read from the internet)
Sick of crying,
Tired of trying,
Yes, I am smiling,
But inside, I am dying.
(a poem that my closest friend wrote for me, it may be my Избранное poem of all time)
God gave us two eyes to see,
Two legs to walk the street,
Two ears to let us hear,
And two arms to defend ourselves and not to fear.
But why did he give u only one heart?
Maybe because somewhere in this world there is the other part,
That we should look for and when we find never tare them apart.
Poem Daffodils By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the Показать to me had brought:
For oft, when on my диван, мягкий уголок I lie
In vacant или in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my сердце with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the Показать to me had brought:
For oft, when on my диван, мягкий уголок I lie
In vacant или in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my сердце with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
In dropped smoky evening with countless fires burning flame which is torn blue cold dark. In small settlements rang sharp, hysterical scream.
Andjelija allocate the plates for ужин pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
Andjelija allocate the plates for ужин pack of children. The scream came from the left room, where a few moments Elvira just came to prepare the bed.
- What started the carnage.
She raised the gun he always wore them. In the middle of the room she noticed an Indian who was holding the hand Elvira Premrl fear. His face was punctured, distortion of smallpox...
It was like the wind beneath my wings
It was the light that shines bright through the dark
I was waiting for my knight
To come save me from this awful life
And now that he came
It all just faded away
After every lie he surrounded me with
Which made it difficulty for me to trust
He treated me like I have no feelings
It made this little scare grow bigger in my chest
So now in hurting, but he doesn't even know
I'm hopeless, useless and pointless
These are the things I turned into
After he left me hanging with this hole in my heart
So here I am now
Standing with a broken heart
Trying to live my life again
But no matter how many times I've tried
It just make me hate Любовь even more
How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for Ты are pure,but I don't know if Ты feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my сердце broken again by a person I trust
The other part wants Ты еще than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The Вопрос I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how Ты feel,cause Ты are driving me crazy