Во врска со љубовта: Сакам да ти кажам дека ... [стара]
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In love with you...
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stvarno se trudam da te zaboravam ali toa e nevozmozno.....nema da pomislam na tebe duuuri edna nedela i ete,ke se pojavis od negde so titka ili poraka......pa u p.m.vise,do koa vaka?!skurceno mi e da znaes!!!:nerv:
Handsome
Love me or Blow me !!!!
во врска со љубовта сакам да кажам : "IT FUCKIN SUCKS"
Goddess of Chaos
Nixe Nox
Не сум сигурна дека е за у љубов сеуште, ама сум го напишала кога било за у љубов, и затоа сега ќе иде у љубов.
Heck, i got used at staring at them stars for ages
Sparkles, gold, laughter
That’s why they didn’t even notice i skipped a few feelings
Flawless little glittery gifts
Yesh, I don’t belive in their power
But they never belived in mine either
Which makes them the perfect naïve weapon
Against your cruel weakness that begs for tears.
Why, mine have the color of your heart for the first time
In the cheapest role of a victim for the first time
I beg for forgiveness, not being able to give you healthy tears
But could you let me feel them for a while?
Biting my own soul with visible hunger
Because you have just pointed at the person who once gave
Because i gave.
And because i gave you mine in order to get yours
My own, fucking, identity
My own, fucking, shine
Oh, and the usual stuff too
Like dressing you up in pretty lies
Like gluing anger on your everyday smiles
You had the rare chance to get hurt
And the wounds i make have the sweetest taste
Giving your biggest wish a form
I gave you passion for life
And got in the store and bought a brand new hope to go with it
Last but not least
Tought you how to move your precious head
And get aplause for it
I gave you mine in order to get yours
But damn, i forgot
Damn, i didn’t even notice
I had given you mine in order to get yours.
And you were just a worthless piece
And you still are just one of the most colorfull
But weakest within
Pieces of a cute puzzle
Spurting with crawling, fragile emotions
None strong enough to fight alone
All together not strong enough to love
Damn, i forgot to teach you that this thing inside is a heart
Damn, i should have told you to keep safe all the warm parts
Damn, i gave you mine in order to get yours…
And yet you couldn’t learn the main
And yet i must listen how 25 broken glasses in my heart mourn
Mindless, diving in boredom
But still, i command them to mourn
Until i find my pretty-red lost baloon
Until they lose their powerfull pain
And finally fall asleep on the soft clouds
Times to times loving me through the rain
I let my thoughts finish the drawing,
The story, the poem, the fresh breath, the kiss, a lovely cup of tea.
Sure, nobody is you, but why the hell would anybody ever want that?
And is that alright with you?
Ofcourse it is alright with you.
No.
But it is with me.
Heck, i got used at staring at them stars for ages
Sparkles, gold, laughter
That’s why they didn’t even notice i skipped a few feelings
Flawless little glittery gifts
Yesh, I don’t belive in their power
But they never belived in mine either
Which makes them the perfect naïve weapon
Against your cruel weakness that begs for tears.
Why, mine have the color of your heart for the first time
In the cheapest role of a victim for the first time
I beg for forgiveness, not being able to give you healthy tears
But could you let me feel them for a while?
Biting my own soul with visible hunger
Because you have just pointed at the person who once gave
Because i gave.
And because i gave you mine in order to get yours
My own, fucking, identity
My own, fucking, shine
Oh, and the usual stuff too
Like dressing you up in pretty lies
Like gluing anger on your everyday smiles
You had the rare chance to get hurt
And the wounds i make have the sweetest taste
Giving your biggest wish a form
I gave you passion for life
And got in the store and bought a brand new hope to go with it
Last but not least
Tought you how to move your precious head
And get aplause for it
I gave you mine in order to get yours
But damn, i forgot
Damn, i didn’t even notice
I had given you mine in order to get yours.
And you were just a worthless piece
And you still are just one of the most colorfull
But weakest within
Pieces of a cute puzzle
Spurting with crawling, fragile emotions
None strong enough to fight alone
All together not strong enough to love
Damn, i forgot to teach you that this thing inside is a heart
Damn, i should have told you to keep safe all the warm parts
Damn, i gave you mine in order to get yours…
And yet you couldn’t learn the main
And yet i must listen how 25 broken glasses in my heart mourn
Mindless, diving in boredom
But still, i command them to mourn
Until i find my pretty-red lost baloon
Until they lose their powerfull pain
And finally fall asleep on the soft clouds
Times to times loving me through the rain
I let my thoughts finish the drawing,
The story, the poem, the fresh breath, the kiss, a lovely cup of tea.
Sure, nobody is you, but why the hell would anybody ever want that?
And is that alright with you?
Ofcourse it is alright with you.
No.
But it is with me.
N
NeMiRnA
Гостин
Za poinakva ljubov..Ne ti zdosadi da mi pravis psihoanalizi i da kruzime vo krug,taa sum koja sto sum,ni ti ne si svesen za svoite postapki...sekogas me boli glava od tebe...se osekam izgnjaveno i izmaltretirano posle sekoj muabet so tebe,ti si bolen sadis,a jas zamisli ne sum mazohist...odi si..ne te podnesuvam...ti patis od maco sindrom,a od takvite mi se gadi!!!
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Unforgivable ♥
што ми се случува бе? немој вака да ми праи не знаеш колку ми тешко после тоа што ми го кажуваш....
Toreador
Spectacular Apocalypse
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...and yet, I would heal all of her wounds, I would mend them, I would close them with salves made from genuine purity. She would never know though...the beauty and the desire, of an angel that fell from grace, ages ago...and was destined to walk the Land of Man, in search for redemption.
Lo and behold, Mistress of Discord, my wings are shattered. I would heal your wounds, but who would dare to heal mine?
Lo and behold, Mistress of Discord, my wings are shattered. I would heal your wounds, but who would dare to heal mine?
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te cekam da does da pieme po edno kafe:back: u mango
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