SAD STORY

Sometimes, in sleep I reach for you just to find myself aloneand cold winds gust inside me chilling my every bone.When morning comes, dreams of you stubbornly will not last,as I beg them each to stay, they speed off to the past.Sometimes, in darkness your scent floats by, as if it's in the air,and for awhile it makes me think you really could be there.Those evenings bring back memories of when we snuggled tightand times we were entwined in heated, love filled nights.Sometimes, it seems I hear your voice whispering in my earand for a fleeting moment my heart feels you are here.It makes me yearn to see your eyes, to taste your tender lips,and caress your precious body with loving fingertips.Sometimes, my mind takes me back to when you passed away,remembering how I held you, praying you could stay.That memory used to bother me, as it leaves me feeling sad, but if pain is my cost to hold you, the price is not so bad

hiDE AND SEEK(LOSER DIES)
It's like your ears are clogged with spit,And the blood and tears you've caused.It's like you think you have all the wits,With the harsh words you have tossed.I always seem to be in the wrong,"I misunderstand," you sayI always try to look so strong,I should stop standing in your way.All the hypocrites,Praising words they never said,Blindly throwing vicious hits,It's time they cried instead.Take a knife, end sharpened for the blowTake a gun, bullets ready row by row.Ready your hand, let's see who's dumb.Ready or not hypocrites, Here I come.

♥Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...

♥The couple that fights the most is the one most in love... it shows they care enough to notice the other one screwed up and care enough to mention it to the person so they can fix it. When you stop fighting it means you stopped caring.

♥Women wish to be loved not because they are pretty, or good, or well bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.


♥LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it && Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don't know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define && IMPOSSIBLE to live without.

=♥Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. Therefore it avails for all things, and fulfils and accomplishes much where one not a lover falls and lies helpless.