My jantung beats fast
When I see anda pass
The blood that flows trough my body
I'll tell anda wats my hobby
a text full with red letters
I wish I could say somthing betters
The red shoe on my feet
Tells me that my cinta for anda runs very deep
The color on my nails
Tells me that our cinta will never fails
This is what I'm gonna say
And this is what I'm gonna pray:
That are cinta remainstrue.
And that I never lose you.
Memories are not to be fergotten
But somtimes they get lost
Then anda need to find them
Memories are for anda to find
And for my to know
I may sound nosy,but....
Memories can be funny
If anda have one to sear
Send me a message
I'm wating........
Hope anda like it!!!
When I see anda pass
The blood that flows trough my body
I'll tell anda wats my hobby
a text full with red letters
I wish I could say somthing betters
The red shoe on my feet
Tells me that my cinta for anda runs very deep
The color on my nails
Tells me that our cinta will never fails
This is what I'm gonna say
And this is what I'm gonna pray:
That are cinta remainstrue.
And that I never lose you.
Memories are not to be fergotten
But somtimes they get lost
Then anda need to find them
Memories are for anda to find
And for my to know
I may sound nosy,but....
Memories can be funny
If anda have one to sear
Send me a message
I'm wating........
Hope anda like it!!!
Dear Mom, this is a poem for you. Hope wherever anda are, your with your dad and anda can finally have the birthday you've always wanted, I cinta you, we all miss you.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that anda did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made anda happy.
I cinta you, I miss anda especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if anda haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with anda when anda needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
Your silly cutesy smile,
Your crazy actions that anda did were oh so wild!
I miss you,
every time I think of you, all the memories that I have with you...
I reach for a tissue.
I don't care if this sounds really sappy,
all I care about is if this made anda happy.
I cinta you, I miss anda especially that damned
smile,
that damned crazy smile will be here even if anda haven't been here yourself for a while.
Happy birthday,
oh how I wish I could've been there with anda when anda needed me... then maybe you'd be here with all of us today,
today on your 43rd birthday.
The carousel of lies, In which we all ride.
Prohibiting us from cinta so abide.
anda cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
permen coating lies to segel the truth.
atau painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
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-OfmiceandDes
Prohibiting us from cinta so abide.
anda cannot see clearly, take a closer look.
At the words in my sad, endless book.
One lie after another, It comes so easy.
Unfortunately the outcome may not be so pleasing.
The truth hurts, heals and stores.
The lies which we have made before.
Lies of love, lies of hate.
Maybe soon we will be set straight.
permen coating lies to segel the truth.
atau painful lies to stain our suits
The mask we are behind is ought to break,
As well the carousel of lies we rode yesterday.
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-OfmiceandDes
But I’m afraid to love.
My jantung is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll cinta me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my jantung held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make anda see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my jantung belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.