tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58950647578441467052024-03-06T05:49:07.996+05:30The Poetic DisasterZoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-66704324302027415992010-10-28T23:00:00.003+05:302010-10-28T23:04:13.865+05:30<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-vrhiNW62_OGGRJX37fR56fsdSJShf2JYT3gZw-Ji9PvWrPXd9cRebpFei4bqKI-1gqlnDSvKTc4dn_m-LR22AU6Jzdfr5QRFE5TpeIYqL1XKcC8VD7uwbaOdJAjeTOv6wveeSlL2G4/s1600/itsinyourhead.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK-vrhiNW62_OGGRJX37fR56fsdSJShf2JYT3gZw-Ji9PvWrPXd9cRebpFei4bqKI-1gqlnDSvKTc4dn_m-LR22AU6Jzdfr5QRFE5TpeIYqL1XKcC8VD7uwbaOdJAjeTOv6wveeSlL2G4/s320/itsinyourhead.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533151593314368130" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I wake up in the morning early,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Look out for the birds dearly.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>This world's so cruel , they killed her,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The ghoul's rules , I feel hard to get em' .</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>They broke its wings , into pieces,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The needles stings to her heart.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>She bleeds and all her atempts to fly , lasts in vain,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>She's in enormous pain, her throat's going dry and she cries.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Oh thee divine,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Lead her out of here..</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Take her to the heavens, </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>She'll lie there in peace,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Don't let her grieve,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Until this war comes to an end,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Keep her safe , don't send her here,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>To this hell , to this grave,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Kept dugged for many years,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And her brackish tears gives heed,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>To the bleeding of her heart,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Her world fell apart.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>They locked her in a cave,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Oh ! She used to be so brave.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>She craves to see the world outside,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But they made her their slave.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>There she lies in agony,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Oh ! What a tragedy.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Was this in the blasphemy,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Oh ! This is so damn gloomy.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Finally she's set out free,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The desolated streets.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>She hesitated , tried to remember,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Is this another reiteration of the past?</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Where lies the lost glory of this world,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Its all so blurry , the chaotic curls.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>This palnet's so cold , take her above,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>End this bleeding , pleading for peace.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The grave still lies , in the open allies,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Waiting for her body to deprive from this world..</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And to rest in peace for eternity,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And for her compromises which were left in uncertainty.</i></span></span></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-36167643915369883402010-10-28T22:56:00.003+05:302010-10-28T23:00:22.381+05:30Ruined reminiscences.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0LRNipiYcuFefeYs7C3aS191EtNQmpGbBKrm6ZVCw1VLe-htv9J3arbRbqYG6WGqVUOBhx9wRNFJYxhDvYJgmHTxh37zur3T0qyyI3QDEmVAV1XB63Tge9vTCQ46TlcgnuWYRnqznSo/s1600/b209863568.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw0LRNipiYcuFefeYs7C3aS191EtNQmpGbBKrm6ZVCw1VLe-htv9J3arbRbqYG6WGqVUOBhx9wRNFJYxhDvYJgmHTxh37zur3T0qyyI3QDEmVAV1XB63Tge9vTCQ46TlcgnuWYRnqznSo/s320/b209863568.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533150491550663458" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>In the darkness he lies,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Diceived by the ecclesiastical horror.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>In the world , which belong to the castaways,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>They came to kill on behalf of their God.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>What good is he , can't he see,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The melancholy that these leave.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The cries of the innocent souls,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Never heard or believed.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>These beasts who vanquished them, </i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In the dungeons, imprisoned.</span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Obscured in the abyss,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Of the insane.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>All that remains,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Are the ruined reminiscences. </span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><i>Of the diseased,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Those who conceived. </i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>For mercy they asked,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>With gramercy , in the name of god.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Living mandatory suicide,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Screamed in pain,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Bullets fell like rain.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>What good is that god ?</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And these charlatans who preached,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>To kill and to lie,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Morally mislead.</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>When would he learn ?</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>The struggle goes on forever,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Until you reach your grave,</i></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Your obscene demise , be fouled fate.</i></span></span></p><p></p>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-3172022577282343152010-10-28T22:53:00.001+05:302010-10-28T22:56:15.310+05:30Shadow..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJIJ7y_F8spRrAwQj8uAs1GfPMkaAV80kk69-ZxWeDxTNS_5g-n5A6uTJTZbRxYk9fXbRq4l8R3zt62dGiJ3L8bbvqymG-6IJX9HuEaPv2_jOE0cwXtLrWXntjI3QqGNf9fsktIIOmFo/s1600/b203219037.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJIJ7y_F8spRrAwQj8uAs1GfPMkaAV80kk69-ZxWeDxTNS_5g-n5A6uTJTZbRxYk9fXbRq4l8R3zt62dGiJ3L8bbvqymG-6IJX9HuEaPv2_jOE0cwXtLrWXntjI3QqGNf9fsktIIOmFo/s320/b203219037.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533149520463514546" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I closed my eyes, tried to hear</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Out of this black mist</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Your voice so clear </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>In my heart</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Even though we fell apart</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>In the darkness, </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I still feel your presence</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Your feathery touch</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Upon my skin </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>My one last sin</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'm lost, in this abyss</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>With no doors but these small windows</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'm comtemplating death</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>One final jump , I'll take the lead</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'll step down , and reach my dream</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I stood up, from the cold ground</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Revenge is sweeter than pain</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And with this one last breath</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'll reach my grave</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>My last wish, to burn in hell</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I broke your porcelain heart</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Played with and dropped</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Gave you away, astray it may</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>You thought I was an angel from above</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But I played around so well, the devil in disguise</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Stepping slowly, reaching out for my demise</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Another step, closer it comes</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'd finally get to clasp my grave</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And this final time I won't wait</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And you can't make me stay</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Come around the darkness</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And you'll see</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I look over you</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>From the underground</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Your shadow unfound.</i></span></span></div><div><br /></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-78142347054336860342010-10-28T22:48:00.001+05:302010-10-28T22:53:10.297+05:30Her beautiful legacy..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq39EMmCwitHU1i1zcd6S1twSpmsTkettVedQr-hHho0vjf4DwMw091Joxh-ZBq7VeA82BUcjUF2Ag2Rmov6mpRvwk9dmUXGZNrpPg4wzjtmBpqPYfdm3Y5v2Nbp5rHNeGonLstWKhSCs/s1600/z216650495.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq39EMmCwitHU1i1zcd6S1twSpmsTkettVedQr-hHho0vjf4DwMw091Joxh-ZBq7VeA82BUcjUF2Ag2Rmov6mpRvwk9dmUXGZNrpPg4wzjtmBpqPYfdm3Y5v2Nbp5rHNeGonLstWKhSCs/s320/z216650495.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533148729528455810" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></i></span></span></div>An adrenalin rush through her veins ,<br />Oh ! How you slashed her dreams ,<br />Your own illegal means , to fulfill your desires ,<br />And being her guest , finishing the kill .<br />She takes in the bitter pill of hate ,<br />There lies her fate , so pale ,<br />To obliterate those in your way ,<br />And that evil smile makes her day ,<br />But as you say , nothing lasts forever ,<br />This memory would lie in the past ,<br />Never touched but glamoured .<br />In thy own way , you lie and deceived ,<br />And she agrees , cause you made her believe ,<br />And confided everything in your words , unsaid ,<br />Disdained her , abandoned the benevolence , so violent ,<br />Once she lived , so free until relinquished ,<br />Into something so ungenerous to say .<br />May he grant mercy on his once forsook child ,<br />As the touch of her fingers against his skin so mild ,<br />Why did it all have to turn out so wild .<br />Gilded with memories of bliss ,<br />All that she misses , is the love that left traces ,<br />And those faces , who promised to stay ,<br />Made her lose her way at the bay .<br />Heart made of clay , played with and dropped ,<br />Loooked down and found pieces ,<br />Pieces which made her say jeez .<br />And please , don't make her contemplate suicide ,<br />Cause thats all which lies ,<br />Underneath , beneath the shattered wings .<br />She clinged him in her arms ,<br />But he disarmed her and left her .<br />She grieved for his touch ,<br />But as if he cared much , enough .<br />So she lured herself to conceive ,<br />And gave in her grievances ,<br />And attained peace .<br />Finally demised to her grave ,<br />Where lays a black rose to make others sense the pain .<br />And so she didn't left in vain ,<br />She still lives among us ,<br />Only visible to those who suffer ,<br />She buffers them from agony ,<br />Here lies her beautiful legacy .</span></span></span></i></span></span>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-35786855434708668372010-10-28T22:45:00.003+05:302010-10-28T22:48:23.335+05:30You had me from [hello]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCoiqR1nUuDU_h4_Ly2zLeIN59o5j94PuX7mD6u4ltN5k_xgZkwB1Z5AuP3cpgP0nwSdlpcuUvW37jUjd4x0d_JzNwOmZjiYV1op2DmNS4ay5RuigpPDGAL8nGyI9NNpqTA4uwsLk08E/s1600/44240_124063644313432_100001293905705_136627_6011082_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKCoiqR1nUuDU_h4_Ly2zLeIN59o5j94PuX7mD6u4ltN5k_xgZkwB1Z5AuP3cpgP0nwSdlpcuUvW37jUjd4x0d_JzNwOmZjiYV1op2DmNS4ay5RuigpPDGAL8nGyI9NNpqTA4uwsLk08E/s320/44240_124063644313432_100001293905705_136627_6011082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533147455188706978" /></a>
<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>From the first day I saw you,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>There has been some kind of attraction, </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And not just infatuation.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And from the time we held hands,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>the touch of your fingers, exhilaration. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Beauty lies in your eyes,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And I'm falling for the divine lies.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Every now and then we fight,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But I'm holding on to you,tight!</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Love is when I know things are a mess,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But its all perfect for me, perfect for you.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Love is when I look in your eyes,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And I know [perfectly] thats where I belong..!</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Its when, I wake up to your texts,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And there lies my sunshine, </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>My personal wonderful sunshine..:]</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Its when you occupy my mind,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Each and every morning, all through the day..</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'm sure there must have been a time, </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>When you did not consume my mind, </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But I swear, I don't remember..</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>We're beautiful together(:</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And the best day was when,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I came to see you around ten,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And you bought me chocolates,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>While you wore that tee I loved <3</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And I thought I wanted a fairytale kind of love,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But instead, I wanted someone just like you..</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Like you make fun of me, and when I act angry [:P],</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>With just one kiss and your sweet embrace,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Its like my whole world lies in those moments..</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Maybe it's the way you look at me, </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And your smile just makes me melt. </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Maybe it's the way we can text for hours,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>About absolutely nothing but it feels perfect..</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Maybe it's the way you make me laugh,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And there turns my world upside down.</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Maybe it's the simple things you do,</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>To make me fall in love with you, all over again..<3</i></span></span></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-58859130939600049782010-10-28T22:38:00.002+05:302010-10-28T22:45:11.915+05:30Memories..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6wFaRFt-V1-UvGnHimOEodGzhi_JDekSI-o533kPZ8je9cTZ0DgawuovLDCaWtjAzXcog3QtkJ8Bun1sVdtmTxmXiQ1Kwyzy3RVwfF1_cubzqwFmwbfwWfBBkUcYJIcU0kqsKiwwPqs/s1600/b203857548.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja6wFaRFt-V1-UvGnHimOEodGzhi_JDekSI-o533kPZ8je9cTZ0DgawuovLDCaWtjAzXcog3QtkJ8Bun1sVdtmTxmXiQ1Kwyzy3RVwfF1_cubzqwFmwbfwWfBBkUcYJIcU0kqsKiwwPqs/s320/b203857548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533146076806500162" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Deep down inside, you made a hole, poured some hope.</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Brought me to this new day, buried all my grieving, of yesterdays.</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Once broken heart is hard to hold up, but when its shattered again,</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All that it brings about is pain with the unwanted tattering rain. </span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Reminiscing the beautiful agony I suffered,</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or rather the unspoilt memories which made it tougher...</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Haunting me all this time, alive in my nightmares that fright,</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Never leaving or letting me forget, you sure are my biggest regret. </span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Somewhere deep inside it still hurts, hurts to feel you beside me,</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And when I close my eyes, it is your face, I see...</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Forever you said, forgetting what this word really meant,</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And by giving you my heart, should’ve known you were to make a dent..</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I learned that you need to be careful with who you trust,</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or else, your heart will be crusted, all left to burst...</span></i></span></b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify;text-justify:inter-ideograph"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I</span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></span></span></i></span><em><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">don’t</span></span></b></span></span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"><i><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></b></span></span></i></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">want to see you anymore, I’m just</span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">not that strong,</span></i></span></b></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span></i></span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I</span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></span></span><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">loved</span></i></span></span></span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">it when you were here, but now I feel</span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></span></span><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">better</span></i></span></span></span></strong><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></span></span></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">when you’re</span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-converted-space"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></span></b></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; ">gone…</span></i></span></b></span></span></span></p>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-74580730881429158512010-08-10T05:23:00.004+05:302010-08-10T05:47:42.042+05:30Guilt-kick brought me to this :/ .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs_oWRup4eo3rf0UqI82MFWZKiUujNL2x_TYVmllsrJ9TSA6UIjpS-o7zHCMnLkgP8qoEtgjGzqy3uhy5tHqcExFE1pugtEcF1W1_0fCiAdKB4I5Rn3XDbJ9sscC724pfMObMHPvcT8M/s1600/3654710206_eee6085e1e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOs_oWRup4eo3rf0UqI82MFWZKiUujNL2x_TYVmllsrJ9TSA6UIjpS-o7zHCMnLkgP8qoEtgjGzqy3uhy5tHqcExFE1pugtEcF1W1_0fCiAdKB4I5Rn3XDbJ9sscC724pfMObMHPvcT8M/s320/3654710206_eee6085e1e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503568623272604322" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">On this shapeless surface,<br />I lie like a carcass.<br />Deserted by all those who live,<br />Forsook by my heavenly angel, as it seems.<br /><br />In love with you, my angel you be,<br />Went astray for a while, undone I be.<br />But in this time of agony, don't desolate my soul,<br />Come to me again, and we'll paint our lives rainbow.<br /><br />Deja Vu' as it feels, so solitary I be,<br />Long for your touch, for your arms around me.<br />Screams in my head, never-resting echoes,<br />Put them to peace, be my savior. <br /><br />Don't walk away,<br />Don't just let me be.<br />I need you, want you, with me.<br />An oath to love you, forever long,<br />You're my world, my everything, my love.<br />I love you with all my heart,<br />And I promise, <br /> to never let us fall apart..<br /><br /><3<br /><br />P.S. Written for my long lost love..(:.<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-42825671880973144492010-08-10T04:55:00.007+05:302010-08-11T09:16:50.241+05:30Uninvited.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vzJq4Mtn5n7vAaQ3p0lWC_ELRUFOL3dG3vKo4NXLRojXQvfaWuKW3K-eZ3uFuvC7pmYTBgESm7UmT6nDow9driryrQxv35tyBKgR8tIzRlm3kNUSNKt6TJfm3GG9EGRguezTUSMmb4A/s1600/Emily_the_Strange_by_red_riding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1vzJq4Mtn5n7vAaQ3p0lWC_ELRUFOL3dG3vKo4NXLRojXQvfaWuKW3K-eZ3uFuvC7pmYTBgESm7UmT6nDow9driryrQxv35tyBKgR8tIzRlm3kNUSNKt6TJfm3GG9EGRguezTUSMmb4A/s320/Emily_the_Strange_by_red_riding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503560444117829170" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Ecclesiastical horror rises,
<br />In the depth of the modern crisis,
<br />Long for peace, they be mean,
<br />Does life in these voided streets still exists?
<br />
<br />Woke up frightened, in the middle of the night,
<br />By their screams, their cries,
<br />Echoes enlightened, his blowing nightmares,
<br />Could he feel the invincible life which pleas?
<br />
<br />An illusion of light,
<br />He covered himself tight,
<br />The sweat dripping down his face,
<br />The uninvited figure, shows a trace.
<br />
<br />He's afraid of its presence,
<br />As its encircling around him,
<br />He's lost in a dark black cloud,
<br />The brackish tears which surrounds him.
<br />
<br />He's lost, for eternity,
<br />Still he's felt below reality,
<br />Among the dead, he shall lie,
<br />And haunt those four walls..
<br />
<br />As the darkness falls again.<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-54692436319444117892010-05-21T03:21:00.003+05:302010-05-21T03:47:51.417+05:30Sometimes questions are more important than answers..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKl4cZsh4o_Ww5zz4MWG7DJZdIJEjl99kETvlN5x2G3r-GU697YP7uqetv6h4mV9bVkdWmiYL7JHGoo-wDQoqwxfoYL8-dw4DWvi5UI2D06v24WcV3VTU_p5BQRxu7cfRYjqagWOMf7Dk/s1600/DSC00610.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKl4cZsh4o_Ww5zz4MWG7DJZdIJEjl99kETvlN5x2G3r-GU697YP7uqetv6h4mV9bVkdWmiYL7JHGoo-wDQoqwxfoYL8-dw4DWvi5UI2D06v24WcV3VTU_p5BQRxu7cfRYjqagWOMf7Dk/s320/DSC00610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473479143768280546" /></a><br /><b><i><span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Haven't you ever felt , alone ?<br />Haven't you ever felt , betrayed ?<br />Haven't you ever been a teen ?<br />Didn't you ever looked for an escape ?<br />Didn't you made mistakes ? ( Oh , I know I was a mistake )<br />Escape , from this desolated world ,<br />And from the atrocities which live here<br />Those who don't give here , nothing but hate ,<br />Took as much as they can , from me , you see<br />And they left this hollow hole in my heart and it bleeds<br />I buried the scars deep , underneath my full sweat<br />And I bet you couldn't see me crying as I hide under this virtual lair<br />And I fake a smile so perfect , you'd barely notice the sorrow<br />Cause outside these four walls , I don't know what I'm , nothing but some trash<br />A child unwanted , an obnoxious student , a fucked up so-called friend ,<br />and a lover undone , so dramatic or a sissy baby sister , as she called me<br />And 'cause you couldn't see whats lying beneath this corpse , indeed<br />A soul untouched , I'm hungry for love<br />You hurt me so bad , and I can see it doesn't even matter<br />'cause </span></span></span></span></i></b><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">nothing's</span></span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> gonna change , you'll be staying the same<br />Saying sorry wouldn't make a difference<br />You can't go back around in the past and erase the scars , the bruises , they live<br />And anyway who am I fooling around with ? What would you be sorry for ?<br />For telling me that you hate me or for me not being an "extraordinary child"<br />Don't feel sorry for me , you know that I'm a fucked up case<br />Desolated I stay and I know you're not the one to be blamed<br />Its all me , always been , all covered up in these revolutionary philosophies<br />Would it make a difference if I just quit ?<br />Quit from this job of being your perfect kid<br />'cause you don't treat me like a kiddo anymore<br />As if I'm some matured shit And if you can't bear to see me like this<br />So I guess , you shall just kick , kick me out of "your" place<br />I wouldn't mind being a stray 'cause you see I've gone too far astray<br />And feeding me with those lies , doesn't help at all<br />'cause in reality , you're just the same as I'm<br />Except you get to make your own choices and you have me as a slave<br />And I'm sorry to be naive , but it'd be hard to bury myself with all these words<br />They crush my insides to pieces and I've got to let them out , so now I shut<br />I've always been a victim , noticed the glass half empty<br />And I slit , so what ? Self abuse ain't a big thing<br />Anyway , its so tempting , redeeming myself from these sins<br />And not to tell you , people call it child abuse<br />What you do to me , as you shut me , sweet .<br />And with this I end here , another poetical tragedy<br />In the end of these absurd lines , I do the crime of killing me.</span></span></i></b><b><i></i></b><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>P.S. That was me trying to write some rap. LoL . : D .</i></span></span></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-66958725826706734082010-05-01T12:13:00.005+05:302010-05-01T12:31:26.097+05:30My favorite mistake , But I moved on.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8AQjQwdIOoiieIYVcebJdcBWx4clU0DjI4z4j6AfzD8E_SpOA3DvEBhm87U4fvDAXLpC9wPuOO8ei_cYLfg1RKP8dhn1W2fYieP51W7IWe7VBmZIq9jSRNsNwfiujrFSN0aOXs1Rtts/s1600/DSC03957.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe8AQjQwdIOoiieIYVcebJdcBWx4clU0DjI4z4j6AfzD8E_SpOA3DvEBhm87U4fvDAXLpC9wPuOO8ei_cYLfg1RKP8dhn1W2fYieP51W7IWe7VBmZIq9jSRNsNwfiujrFSN0aOXs1Rtts/s320/DSC03957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466192169614925522" /></a>
<br /><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Its not something I write , the heartbreak songs for the diseased , but I just wanted to see if I could..And so here it is . *feels weird* . |~_~| .</span></b></div><div>
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<br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I hate you</i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>For the way you make me feel</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Wish I could detach you</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But you've become a part of me</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>An important part , I must say</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>You're my weakness </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And you know it </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>You take me in </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And you throw me</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Down I fall and you just watch</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Pain's my own personal drug</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Lovestruck I'll burst</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Open for you to kill</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Stab my heart out</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And you won't mind
<br />No you won't mind, this time </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Had enough of you</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Still I can't leave you</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>You used, abused </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And now you leave me for waste</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Did I say</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>You're my favorite mistake , I made</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And I can't get over it</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I love you with all my heart</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But you're just giving it away</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>You gave it away</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>And here I stay</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Heartbroken again </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>Not anymore , not anymore</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I moved on</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'd take the fall , reach out for more</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>I'm done with your faking around</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>You were my favorite mistake </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>But I moved on .</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>
<br /></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><3</i></span></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-33639131308060666012010-03-22T20:11:00.006+05:302010-03-22T20:35:18.606+05:30A short story of my life , turned to poetic verses . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN60ORNew8QgBSsdomygA789XWfkCVEoi7EnLGvM3OsymAxf7LkwjxrenDZK5p_7OA_GOi79FfrCJgJfHjwrlwK3g4-bpJsfa1-IpHxYHXOA1hmqb-exJO0YhtkBKPgQkVU4LZFfEeWew/s1600-h/Dark_forest_girl_by_roltirirang.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN60ORNew8QgBSsdomygA789XWfkCVEoi7EnLGvM3OsymAxf7LkwjxrenDZK5p_7OA_GOi79FfrCJgJfHjwrlwK3g4-bpJsfa1-IpHxYHXOA1hmqb-exJO0YhtkBKPgQkVU4LZFfEeWew/s320/Dark_forest_girl_by_roltirirang.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451471001501155954" /></a><div><br /></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A little girl , I was once</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Playing in my mother's womb </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Engraving beauty lied in my hands</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh ! how she told me , I was precious</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But now all I hear is , I'm obnoxious</span></span></i></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A sweet sister ,Oh ! Once I had </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She loved me , and used to be my mentor</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As I used to be the center of attraction </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But no more , all is lost</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She doesn't even remember , I exist</span></span></i></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My daddy dearest , </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh ! His sweet embrace I miss</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The laughs we shared </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A kiss on his pointed beard </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Before he put me to sleep </span></span></i></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A friend , I once had</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh ! The most adorable one</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Who was always there</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But then we ended up in two different worlds</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I miss her</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My love , so sweet</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh ! He turned out to be a cheat</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He turned my world upside down</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Destruction he brought ,</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With his enchanted touch </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where did it all go ?</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where does my happiness lie ?</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where is the reason of my being ?</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where did it all go ?</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where did the love go ?</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where do I belong ?</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm lost , I'm shattered to pieces</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I crave for peace and the love which will stay</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I want to grow up , once again </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Rejoice the moments I cherished with those who loved</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Until they learned to hate me</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh , this is how my fate turned miserable</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And yeah , love be detrimental , forever .</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">- Zoya .</span></span></i></b></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-89151976206057624022009-12-28T20:19:00.002+05:302009-12-28T20:23:53.862+05:30Die again<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSv7zG7qJuhb7eTEGCopV8y4qm04V5GMskng7cn4xPgAyUkeiOdVuw8_g67gXgHNqJVDu1dBLR4JcOZzaVOocWV2RuuW_AAD3q40YCQ88Lo_19q7fIgrFMEfd7QswTFLujJQpZRx5vz8w/s1600-h/n845460174_6283204_2677993.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSv7zG7qJuhb7eTEGCopV8y4qm04V5GMskng7cn4xPgAyUkeiOdVuw8_g67gXgHNqJVDu1dBLR4JcOZzaVOocWV2RuuW_AAD3q40YCQ88Lo_19q7fIgrFMEfd7QswTFLujJQpZRx5vz8w/s320/n845460174_6283204_2677993.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420300299872112530" /></a><br /><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This blade lay beside me</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the blood pouring down my sleeves</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">my decorated wrists</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with cuts and bruises</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wounds left open</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">of the dreams broken</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">metal healing my mind</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">the noises infecting</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I cry, I die, why do I have to lie</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I loved you, with all that I've had</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">didn't it matter, </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">didn't it caused any pain when you left me</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and here I stay, in this palatial room</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">with no doors or windows</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm locked, eternity damned</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I scream, I carve your name in blood</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I bleed in your name everyday</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">does it even matter, do you even care</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">you loved me, or was it a lie too</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and as you told me you'd be with me</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">but why did u have to leave</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">leave me here to rot to death</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">death doesn't comes so easy</span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'll have to wait, wait till I'm hurt enough to be numb </span></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">and die again.</span></span></i></b></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-70848574476840098292009-12-16T19:09:00.006+05:302010-08-15T17:40:30.017+05:30In pace requiescat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-ZISJClEkg5I6K2mJJL98DDVC7O-dERj5UTHzMaUbg_SNoDT_UH1BOLnbBYFkNMQlCKChbQqnc3zAJlV2j6OYCjuYGdSOvCmo9WGrcWnZibnyDRWhl-QnFjxkcvbOYUxRmn5dZdsF-c/s1600-h/Broken_Love_by_chelloveck.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-ZISJClEkg5I6K2mJJL98DDVC7O-dERj5UTHzMaUbg_SNoDT_UH1BOLnbBYFkNMQlCKChbQqnc3zAJlV2j6OYCjuYGdSOvCmo9WGrcWnZibnyDRWhl-QnFjxkcvbOYUxRmn5dZdsF-c/s320/Broken_Love_by_chelloveck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415835238801479298" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;"></span></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-ZISJClEkg5I6K2mJJL98DDVC7O-dERj5UTHzMaUbg_SNoDT_UH1BOLnbBYFkNMQlCKChbQqnc3zAJlV2j6OYCjuYGdSOvCmo9WGrcWnZibnyDRWhl-QnFjxkcvbOYUxRmn5dZdsF-c/s1600-h/Broken_Love_by_chelloveck.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Here I sit</i></span></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-ZISJClEkg5I6K2mJJL98DDVC7O-dERj5UTHzMaUbg_SNoDT_UH1BOLnbBYFkNMQlCKChbQqnc3zAJlV2j6OYCjuYGdSOvCmo9WGrcWnZibnyDRWhl-QnFjxkcvbOYUxRmn5dZdsF-c/s1600-h/Broken_Love_by_chelloveck.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>With all those around me</i></span></span></span></a></div><div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The hatred that conquers me</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The vengeance that forsook me</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I screamed into horror of hearing those words you spoke</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Those words worked as daggers</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And pierced right through me</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Deep wounds they leave, with time they'll heal</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And as it rains upon these</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I see my blood wash off</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I try to realize, realize what it have done to me</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It killed me, stabbed hard, and I died in grief</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But peace, I desire</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How to attain it?</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How to stop the screeching sounds that run in my head?</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And die with peace. Achieve liberation, and end this suffering</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And today as they celebrate my death, with the funeral and the black theme</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And so on my grave you leave flowers, those rotten ones with the broken love...</span></span></i></b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-25223714760163001252009-10-26T11:02:00.002+05:302009-10-26T11:07:49.909+05:30Love Is A Sin...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10UrRuvRHGvzI9e3q1WXXgk06sby3qk4vpOL4vwTqMFdITE0Vkr_C7hhcWmjPkiIwXoIZUE-LDAKtrZSpiGPxIA58fV1g9Q77e2C8cyLg5U3IuChgPXDVEPSP59KxoGmsvwSYqXZBeew/s1600-h/colorfull-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10UrRuvRHGvzI9e3q1WXXgk06sby3qk4vpOL4vwTqMFdITE0Vkr_C7hhcWmjPkiIwXoIZUE-LDAKtrZSpiGPxIA58fV1g9Q77e2C8cyLg5U3IuChgPXDVEPSP59KxoGmsvwSYqXZBeew/s320/colorfull-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396778509948674786" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b>okay...So I haven't written much during the past days...I didn't felt like blogging at all...But here I'm all over again with this poem I wrote...</b></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>Love is a sin, I believe,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>And now I'm paying for it.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>Sweet pain is all it costs</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>And I'm used to it.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>You didn't hurt me, love</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>You killed me indeed.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>My insides started to burn to ashes,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>My outside turned too cold.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>I'm no more a human,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>I died way back.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>Faith was all I did,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>On the wrong person though.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>Who turned out to be my foe,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>And stabbed me hard.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>You made me realize,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>What a hideous soul I have.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>After so many sins,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>It stills fall for the same mistake again.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>But maybe this was the last time,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>I'm suffocated under the words of sorrow.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>Known as the three magic words,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>They are magical indeed.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>They give you all the happiness in the world,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>And even take it all back and make you suffer,</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><b><i>Till you pass away...</i></b></span></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-34649586489511120562009-10-16T15:23:00.003+05:302009-10-16T15:27:52.924+05:30The Love Theory<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWW8CJdeW4A6y5M0BwdbYjFmFccL_-niR0aFNwBXmn0zIRw8K5coPHdKIhQC1h8MbnAcnYLTibPsDVumw_ERLh2m8FOBP_-Fm0vBMoVxGbdMFVe8qR-4LwsS0jJqfhaE7VBtK0B4DKVk/s1600-h/96336820.tAYtfxZT.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQWW8CJdeW4A6y5M0BwdbYjFmFccL_-niR0aFNwBXmn0zIRw8K5coPHdKIhQC1h8MbnAcnYLTibPsDVumw_ERLh2m8FOBP_-Fm0vBMoVxGbdMFVe8qR-4LwsS0jJqfhaE7VBtK0B4DKVk/s320/96336820.tAYtfxZT.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393134544545611282" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#333333;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">After all the things I've seen...I concluded love can mean many things...actually...LoL...</span></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><wbr></span></span></b><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">just scroll down...<br /><br /></span></span></b><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><wbr></span></span></b><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />1.Happily-Ever-Afters, well I've haven't seen many people who actually had a happily lived love life...everyone went through certain traumas with their love life...and after reading an watching all the great love stories, I assume everyone dies a bitter death in the end...:|<br /><br />2.Its really a waste to trust someone...it hurts when they break it...which they usually do...!<br />3.Sometimes the love is just one-sided...the other person just fakes it all through, that they love you...but its all just fake...it hurts pretty bad...<br /><br />4.Don't expect love in return...you ain't gonna get any actually...u see, I've heard that the key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be and when they're not, we cry...<br /><br />5.In most of the cases, one of the lover is utterly, purely n deeply in love with the other one, but on the other hand...the other person just doesn't care...not at all...just gives it all away...<br /><br />6.Sometimes it hurts to express your feelings about someone...but the things left unsaid becomes unheard...its really confusing...express ur feelings or suppress them...?<br /><br />7.We shouldn't wait for someone to return...they ain't gonna look back at us...never...they moved on...always does!<br /><br />8.Love is a sin...its what makes u feel pain...people just act like they care while it won't even matter to them if u die...its a selfish world...everyone lives for their own happiness's sake...<br /><br />9.Losing is all I see...people love someone...they loose them and because they gave it all away for the one they loved, they don't have anything left to them...<br /><br />10.I used to think that we only love one person at a time...actually in the whole lifetime...but I've seen that people love more than a person at the same time...too many actually...first love, well, it doesn't exists...<br /><br />11.At times, people just get addicted to someone...u know, attraction, we usually get attracted to new people we meet...crush, u know...and make huge mistakes with our life!<br /><br />12.People go on the outer-looks of the person, and not on the inner-self of the person...thats the worst part actually...<br /><br />13.It happens, that we love someone we can not have, it is the one that lasts the longest, hurts the deepest and feels the strongest...*weird*<br /><br />14.I've heard people say that, "With love, you should go ahead and take the risk of getting hurt... because love is an amazing feeling.”...how can it possibly be an amazing feeling when all it does is hurt...!<br /><br />15.Its all really weird, why do we hurt those we love, it shouldn't go on this way, when it comes to me, I've seen it all, and I think I should start living a bleak life...that would be pretty good on my part, ^^ n its a suggestion to u people too, falling in love is suicide...!<br /><br /></span></span></b><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><wbr></span></span></b><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />My definition to Love:<br /></span></span></b><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-y</span></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><wbr></span></span></b><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">ou-apart pain. I hate love.<br /><br /></span></span></b><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><wbr></span></span></b><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />Jim Morrison once said, "People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.”<br /><br /></span></span></b><span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></b></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><wbr></span></span></b><span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">~~~~~~~~~~~~~</span></span></b></span></span>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-36891777934157124512009-09-29T18:12:00.007+05:302010-08-15T17:40:01.088+05:30Death Sonata<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfVf4asFoE7K_bk_XxfN9QbaC-hBHXj06FztF11s5vmovoxFnEfQEvWs5Lawsow0qgo52n_RmK5_KX56DCM2y2KY4tJVsIfgEE_dE3usVEmxGs81PtZv7dRI3VA8TyxIhBYgSBtDvFL8/s1600-h/image004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfVf4asFoE7K_bk_XxfN9QbaC-hBHXj06FztF11s5vmovoxFnEfQEvWs5Lawsow0qgo52n_RmK5_KX56DCM2y2KY4tJVsIfgEE_dE3usVEmxGs81PtZv7dRI3VA8TyxIhBYgSBtDvFL8/s320/image004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394302007186487138" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I try so hard to avoid</span></div></span><div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">These sour thoughts of mine</span></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The bitterness that’s in me</span></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The want of vengeance that speaks</span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></i></b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The cries of my tainted soul</span></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Never heard or believed</span></span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lay in the corner of this abyss</span></span></i></b></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I bleed myself to demise</span></span></i></b></p></div></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-10789565215587909452009-09-17T23:09:00.004+05:302009-09-29T18:36:21.782+05:30Give Up Upon Living...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Nobody cares...Seriously, No One does...no one even pays a single minute to read this blog of mine...well, why would they...all have got so much random work to do...I stand no where in this World...The Net. World as you call it and on the other hand, I don't stand anywhere even in the real World...Every single person Hates me...I know I suck...but that doesn't mean that you can make me feel bad about it 24*7...I've got feelings too...which are truly hurt by every attempt you people make to make me fall down...please, I'm begging for mercy...please don't hurt me no more...I just can't take it any longer...Kill Me If You Can...be truly pleased...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">P.S. *Is Tired Of This Crap, Wants To Give Up Upon Living...*</span></i></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-33095422919163929232009-09-17T15:07:00.004+05:302009-09-17T16:08:28.059+05:30I hate it here...:(...I wanna get back...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtARHhy2sNVCQ0D7w7RQlBzK9oohiUcF_HRpQS4L5AST-Yf4fGxn7Ti_kfsWNDA0ofUDitbNd9NEjGmtj8KVHd7DzpgPXpW1f-LnJXVAp0UkySIiDzt4hI7KiYKf2gk5ifZsSc7baq2Po/s1600-h/emo+(1).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtARHhy2sNVCQ0D7w7RQlBzK9oohiUcF_HRpQS4L5AST-Yf4fGxn7Ti_kfsWNDA0ofUDitbNd9NEjGmtj8KVHd7DzpgPXpW1f-LnJXVAp0UkySIiDzt4hI7KiYKf2gk5ifZsSc7baq2Po/s320/emo+(1).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382383664606253330" /></a><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So I know I haven't been blogging much these days...well, that's coz I didn't had any thing to write about...I guess, I'm loosing my writing skills...seriously, I'm not able to write a single meaningful thing nowadays...everyday goes on the same...it feels I'm dead already...its like I go to school at 6.30am in the morning, school sucks a bigtime now (will get back to it later)...return back at home at something around 2.45pm...skip my meal...take a shower...turn on my PC...and sit online for as long as the clock doesn't struck to 12am...and yeah in between my mom do yells at me about different stuff...I never really care to pay attention...its kind of a personal entertainment show for her...and ya I haven't slept for 3days...before these 3days I took sleeping pills to put me to sleep...I'm an INSOMNIAC...finally, proved that I'm dead...I cry every night...I'm reading Anne Frank's Diary...its really awesome...but I know she'll die in the end and it makes me weep...:(</span></i></b><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Yesterday was a really bad day...actually Wednesdays are supposed to be good, but this one was really very bad...one of my senior(who was one of my very good friend till yesteraday) is angry with me due to some reason I don't really know...I said sorry to her but it didn't mattered to her at all...I used to have meals in the recess with her but when I went to her class yesterday, she ignored me and kept on talking to some other senior...I cried infront of her...but she didn't cared...and laughed instead with the person in the room..................</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Later on, my so-called friends were gossiping about me...I faked a smile so well...but than I was hurt...and I knew it deep inside that it would happen...I cried for 2periods...continuosly...and when I went to school today, I didn't talked to anyone in my school except for a friend of mine who is my senior and the teachers, offcourse...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I really hate it here...I want to escape somehow...escape this life of sorrow, agony, pain, betrayal, depression, torture, anguish, torment, excruciation.......................................blah.blah.blah</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">XoX - Life Sucks...!!!</span></i></b></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-17433531114601011292009-09-10T20:58:00.004+05:302009-09-27T15:55:40.066+05:30Untitled<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheF0lU-c8J2EZf2uDaaC4U5RUdMjptNTPmSedHxek6OQrRS_FU-zqCH5PyOVEmuWMIpTc4x6znBV2FDUaOkFRukMf028A-v966mmid0BYMSugo6-9OUEfROmV5jUHKtJrc6AzTj44P6fg/s1600-h/b199965361.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheF0lU-c8J2EZf2uDaaC4U5RUdMjptNTPmSedHxek6OQrRS_FU-zqCH5PyOVEmuWMIpTc4x6znBV2FDUaOkFRukMf028A-v966mmid0BYMSugo6-9OUEfROmV5jUHKtJrc6AzTj44P6fg/s320/b199965361.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379863925558702786" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So as my exams ended on the last 8th of August, I got the news that Half yearly's are starting from the 1st of October, how worse can the situations get...I hate it here, damn lot...I don't have time to write anything new...so here's a verse I wrote some time back...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><div style="mso-element:para-border-div;border-top:solid windowtext 1.0pt; border-left:none;border-bottom:solid windowtext 1.0pt;border-right:none; mso-border-top-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; padding:1.0pt 0in 1.0pt 0in"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="border:none;mso-border-top-alt:solid windowtext .75pt; mso-border-bottom-alt:solid windowtext .75pt;padding:0in;mso-padding-alt:1.0pt 0in 1.0pt 0in"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="color:black;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">wake up from the nightmare</span></i></b></span></span><span style="color:black;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">succubus taints your dreams</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">melodies of frantic whispers</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">escape your severed esteem</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Just live through the malice</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The envy of her ego</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When she lives in a beautiful</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">World of surrender</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wake up from the nightmare</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Make it exciting and dress to kill</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Remember the nightmare</span></i></b></span><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></i></b><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that Haunts you still...</span></i></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-32651901841554510582009-09-07T20:43:00.002+05:302009-09-07T20:46:43.896+05:30A Scene At The Temple (01-09-09)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoq_LIfXuUvWYFq2cAk5l3N8AIfsm7iL2IxmIyLLHe4vUG_Vm19pozHShKpQo59UFmrLBUSeGE-G1J_4i4zgu1EUrn_zGM-X66ndqKara8y82p294WGJTWkkNOw09pJGTM_AHn3G8X208/s1600-h/endless_view_by_DasZweiteIch.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoq_LIfXuUvWYFq2cAk5l3N8AIfsm7iL2IxmIyLLHe4vUG_Vm19pozHShKpQo59UFmrLBUSeGE-G1J_4i4zgu1EUrn_zGM-X66ndqKara8y82p294WGJTWkkNOw09pJGTM_AHn3G8X208/s320/endless_view_by_DasZweiteIch.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378744644473333554" /></a><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stood there, with all those people</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Praying for their welfare</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What’s wrong with society ?</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All they think about is money</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I started to feel dizzy</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My mind went out of control</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I ran outside </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shared a bench with a laborer</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Well, here it’s how it goes</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The thing that caught my mind</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She was scared to go inside</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Scared to face all those people with dirty looks</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Scared to step in the temple and pray with the rich</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They say, everyone’s equal to God</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So why is this inequality happening</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She sat there, without a word</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And kept on praying </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Till it all went on in there</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">She had her child close to her heart</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who wanted to go inside</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But she didn’t wanted it to face </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">That cruel world either</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">They kept sitting there till it was over</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My so-called friends came from the inside</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Giving me a weird look</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I know what it was about</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">But that lady is still a human</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why don’t they treat her equally ?</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I feel so sorry, for all those people</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who differentiate between us and those innocents</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What wrong did they do ?</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What harm did they do to us ?</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why do we treat them unequally…?</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">We are the rich but also the poor, from the inside…</span></i></b></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-77299036935475521692009-09-06T22:18:00.001+05:302009-09-06T22:22:52.006+05:30Take Me Away...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTx-6Nc_r6pI_6Xa43szprAGiIHKKZFoZm_-j74z0P1a_3iRv7lQc241cNeb8OrG06hdgDd7hKiJW2LMmqIoBKQ9KihZCLp7H_a9zsjQZoEt7NTicC4ZJD73PeDkGy87VR_c3aOzC7FE/s1600-h/alone20in20the20dark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTTx-6Nc_r6pI_6Xa43szprAGiIHKKZFoZm_-j74z0P1a_3iRv7lQc241cNeb8OrG06hdgDd7hKiJW2LMmqIoBKQ9KihZCLp7H_a9zsjQZoEt7NTicC4ZJD73PeDkGy87VR_c3aOzC7FE/s320/alone20in20the20dark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378398240226733666" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; ">So depressed</span></div><div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So stressed</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Living a soul less life</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All that is left, is skin and bones</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">My mistakes</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I regret</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You were always a stranger</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shouldn't have let you in</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You lied</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I believed</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Faking your identity</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">All that times you thought I’d fell for it, I truly did</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eternal damnation, is what I get</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After all the times I trusted in you</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Euphoria is no where to be seen</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dysphoria is overwhelming me</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Dreamed of heaven</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Have to go through hell</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The wrongs you did</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why am I paying for them?</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Death wish</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Locked in scheol</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Lucifer, forgive me</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And take me away with you…</span></b></i></div></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-77850896544591992562009-09-05T00:57:00.002+05:302009-09-05T01:05:09.264+05:30I'm just a kid...<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLOUqS8Jby2nt4wOByqSKqcL4JQ0JRizBHtpi226XJqVUIEFilPx-MKWYvkKsMEkIh_PEVjSEmZgCdNJanOxcDuoV2E5NnMB7YWmEPempyyxdevmZPu6Yb8mbsdor1gM7R64NuoyvQvd8/s320/img-thing+(2).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377697156733392786" /><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m just a kid</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Is all I can say</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For you don’t treat me like one</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And it’s as if I’m your age</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Don’t tell me that stuff</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I don’t wanna hear it</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ve got my own problems</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I can’t handle yours</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m no mature</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or a responsible adult or something</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m just a kid</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who never got to enjoy her childhood</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What’s so funny about those dirty clothes…</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Uncompleted homework…broken pencils and stuff…</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I guess, I’ll never know</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For I didn’t got to enjoy those talks with mom</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And those rides with dad</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Or those meaningless quarrels with my sister</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I never had any of them…</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m just a kid</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who was never loved</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I came in this world for waste</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tell me if you find me irritating</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ll just end up some way</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s not a new thing for me</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">To try killing myself</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And to reborn again</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’ve been through it all</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">You just make me face it all over again</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I’m just a kid</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And my life is all about</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Unfulfilled dreams…break-ups…tears…scars…</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">What else does this World offers…?</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Somewhere in the dark</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I wanna see a new light</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A light which comes with happiness</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And will always stay…</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For I’m just a kid</span></i></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Who is scared…scared of the dark…</span></i></b></p></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-89952947054439893382009-09-03T17:14:00.002+05:302009-09-05T00:56:33.277+05:30Emotionless<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDWEpo1s-1NQaT_-D1aQpFaCqy4KA2-rxOhLV0BVkJ4OKf-S6aPS0M4P8vAHM-ukJYL5Wn4V7XL_5Ds8Eckt13XSkc6x1ZRP7wu_qjPppo7L5sv47zwep6Gr_AlN_ChUd6NLueHdDaT0/s1600-h/z199783981.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDWEpo1s-1NQaT_-D1aQpFaCqy4KA2-rxOhLV0BVkJ4OKf-S6aPS0M4P8vAHM-ukJYL5Wn4V7XL_5Ds8Eckt13XSkc6x1ZRP7wu_qjPppo7L5sv47zwep6Gr_AlN_ChUd6NLueHdDaT0/s320/z199783981.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377206804502624642" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:13px;"><b><i>Do you know what it feels like...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFDWEpo1s-1NQaT_-D1aQpFaCqy4KA2-rxOhLV0BVkJ4OKf-S6aPS0M4P8vAHM-ukJYL5Wn4V7XL_5Ds8Eckt13XSkc6x1ZRP7wu_qjPppo7L5sv47zwep6Gr_AlN_ChUd6NLueHdDaT0/s1600-h/z199783981.jpg"><br /></a></i></b></span></span><div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When there is no one you can turn to</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Your world's breaking down</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And you just can't do anything </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To make it go the right way</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, that's what I'm feeling right now</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My mom hates me...I hate her too</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She made me hate her...can't help the fact </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How she acts so much weird sometimes</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And just act so much insane</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At these moments like this one</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I close my door</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Turn on the radio</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Cry my insides out</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Ask myself why</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How did I get here ?</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She ain't even my mother</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No one's mine</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I ain't got any friends</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I ain't got anyone</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just me going on continuously</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My world keeps on breaking down</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I want to give up but I just can't</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There's no end to it</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I just have to take it all in...face the pain...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And go on and on</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't know how much longer I can hold on</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I just hope it won't be long for my end to come</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I want to escape...end this pain...end my life</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">End this loneliness...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I want the good lord to feel pleased today…</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And Satan feel sorry...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I won't mind rotting in Hell for eternity</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All I want is an escape</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Escape from this World...This living hell...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And here comes the worst part</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't even know why my dad changed so much</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">He used to be my hero</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And all that's left of him to be is being a villain</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A really bad one... </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">My sis whom I love the most is far off in some other World</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Which knows no cry of pain...living without emotions...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No one gives a damn to care about the another</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm not even sure if she remembers me the way I remember her</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">All that I know is that she is far off and she won't be here to see my end...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It seems good in a way...If she still loves me than it won't be a good sight</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">For her to watch at least...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Those who say, they belong to me...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, they are far away in some distant corner of the World</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Neither can I reach them nor can they reach me...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Talking and wishing is all that we can do</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No one would be there to save me from my suffocating, painful, death</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I gonna bleed myself to death</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Gonna slit my wrists deeper...see the blood flow</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And enjoy the pleasure the sight of it gives</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I gonna learn to live in pain</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Show them I don't care</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How much worse can it get...?</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And so here I'm waiting for their final decision</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Writing another piece of crap</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Shoving this on their face</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't care is all that I've got to say</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Go on do what you want...make my insides die and live emotionless...</span></i></b></div></div></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-56699479591195905132009-08-30T18:33:00.005+05:302009-09-05T00:55:56.472+05:30Don't Leave Me...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgBfbZOmYdBktjl7VRCFVxN23mvAvw0uZ9dC3ICJMgReJhM_KgdVHZCfdVUQyB8kGx3CVUEpCnhMOvThWO4Us1MvM05ZBUFdWeGVkNqVX0zAswhfSVM1AcAmHiBKHvd5eyG1cv6ePfDc/s1600-h/emo-depression.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcgBfbZOmYdBktjl7VRCFVxN23mvAvw0uZ9dC3ICJMgReJhM_KgdVHZCfdVUQyB8kGx3CVUEpCnhMOvThWO4Us1MvM05ZBUFdWeGVkNqVX0zAswhfSVM1AcAmHiBKHvd5eyG1cv6ePfDc/s320/emo-depression.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375749963306517842" /></a><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Well, my exams starts tomorrow...I won't be able to make any entry for 9days...Damn, I'll miss it so much...Tomorrow's 3rd language...and I'm gonna fail, I know already...so catch ya people later...final entry for August...</span></i><div><br /></div><div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don’t leave me here,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m begging you to take me with you!</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can’t stand this solitary darkness,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m lost in a world of shadows.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They have no warmth,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">No tender embrace.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Just cold clutches and silent glances.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don’t leave me here,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m begging you to talk to me!</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can’t bear to listen to the pulse of my blood,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The tapping of my heart on my chest.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m only alive enough to breathe,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But dead enough to be numb.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It’s just enough to remember</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m empty, hollow and scared.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don’t leave me here,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m begging you to love me!</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can’t cry until you’re here,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Until you tell me I’m real enough to cry. .</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don’t deserve the satisfaction of</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Justification of my own faults.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m guilty of more than you know.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But don’t leave me with these</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Flaws, they intensify</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">They magnify with loneliness.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don’t leave me here,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I’m begging you to save me!</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I just want you to hold me close,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And tell me that it was all a bad dream,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And now I'm here to take care of you,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To pet my hair and calm my heart,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tell me i’m not perfect</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and i don’t have to be.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tell me i’m lovely.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tell me my fears are shallow</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and have no root.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and tell me you won’t leave me,ever</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tell me you won’t learn to hate me,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As i have.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tell me you won’t desert me,</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As others have.</span></b></i></div><div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Tell me i don’t have to be lonely ever again...</span></b></i></div></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5895064757844146705.post-14829822272739606572009-08-29T17:02:00.003+05:302009-09-05T00:55:36.861+05:30The Sad Love Song<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiqHgZTwnXYhUPeezf2unXRNhG4BQmHOoxjah9JkCCp3oLS0Ls2xLgCm5joF08W_DOzs3ZbW63Is5E8bZDj2NCPGAwFodhR4U5WEbqGNVgk8MkYWct1IAMK6cV7hAsyOtMHQxVn-DblU/s1600-h/z198527059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBiqHgZTwnXYhUPeezf2unXRNhG4BQmHOoxjah9JkCCp3oLS0Ls2xLgCm5joF08W_DOzs3ZbW63Is5E8bZDj2NCPGAwFodhR4U5WEbqGNVgk8MkYWct1IAMK6cV7hAsyOtMHQxVn-DblU/s320/z198527059.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375349044540480914" /></a><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Here I am</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wondering' were you might be</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thinking about you</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Wishing' that you'll be doing' fine</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't know what drifted us apart</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The adjustments I used to make </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or the fights you used to start</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I never thought that you gonna leave me,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">this way</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I want you to know this</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I loved You</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I love you</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I'll love you all along...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh my love, where are you</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don't you miss me</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don't you wish to get back in the past </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And get all those things done the right way...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">How can you forget me</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don't you regret leaving me</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Why'd you moved out</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Left me in solitude...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't know what drifted us apart</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The adjustments I used to make </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or the fights you used to start</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I never thought that you gonna leave me,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">this way</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I want you to know this</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I loved You</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I love you</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I'll love you all along...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Every night I get myself to sleep by thinking about you</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">imagining' that you are still here with me</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Although you're not...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This bed made by my side have been voided for years</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And every morning I wake up</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Feeling' as if it was a bad dream</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But soon I get back into the reality</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't know what drifted us apart</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The adjustments I used to make </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">or the fights you used to start</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I never thought that you gonna leave me,</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">this way</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I want you to know this</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I loved You</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I love you</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I'll love you all along...</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(Speaking')</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'll love you forever </span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Please remember my words</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Remember the good times we had</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And again we can keep going' onwards</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And continue the fairytale which we left in between</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Where it states the 3 sweet words "Happily Ever After"</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I want you to remember this</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I loved You</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I love you</span></i></b></div><div><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And I'll love you all along...</span></i></b></div>Zoyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05072967303785982516noreply@blogger.com2