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Not too long ago when we were one, everything was great, at least in my mind. But now we measure words, we calculate the silences between us. And the weight of those silences is killing us.
Not too long ago when we were one, life was like a dream, it really was. But now we're both awake and the dream is lost in the mist... Was it something we did, or something we missed?
Talk to me! Do you think I'll fall to pieces? Do you think that I don't know that you really want to go...
Talk to me! I won't let you off so easy I want to hear you say it So that there is no mistake...
Oh, I see you look at me with those eyes and they say what you're too afraid to say
Oh, I don't think you realize how they say more than words can ever say...
But not too long ago when we were one the only games we played were really fun but now we toss and turn we watch each other wither and burn this is not the way that either of us will learn to love again...
Talk to me! That used to be so easy... Didn't you always say that I was your only friend?
Talk to me! Do you think I'll fall to pieces? Don't you think I understand that it's out of our hands?
cutefriend
Age: 40
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I bring you the last rose, my love The only rose to survive this earthly discourse A rose of character and mysticism Fragrant in the most desirable of ways Engendering love's attention Passion's ultimate persuasion Color, red, so deep that it penetrates To your very soul Imparting color and texture To your life, renewed A rose so perfect, it is imperfect Scarred by life's tragedies Bruised by mistakes and misadventures Yet surviving, in all its mystical beauty A gift of life's innermost secrets A gift to you, my love The last rose
cutefriend
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Fairl_Girl said:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damasked, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground. And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare.
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~CHANDNI~ said:
Fairl_Girl said:
yeh sms hain
LOL YAH DONO GHOM GAY HAY BABAY LOL
Ram Ram frendwa. kaisn ho, hamar se koi galti hui gava kya? Tohar SMSwa ke darsan kiye ek jamana beet gava tanik ek dui messagewa humko bhi bhijwai deo!!
