The Bullet |
Give me your bullet again once to the heart. It's pain mixed with pleasure that i wan't from you, it that is what you have to give.The blood flow is replaced with tears from&nb...
Posted by ♥ WHEN roses cease to bloom, ♥ on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 07:57:00 PST |
poem by william shakespeare |
Sonnet 130 My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sunMy mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wire...
Posted by ♥ WHEN roses cease to bloom, ♥ on Mon, 07 Jan 2008 10:56:00 PST |
I love my little mistresses...ARTHUR RIMBAUD POEM |
My Little Mistresses
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A tincture of tears washesThe cabbage-green skies:Beneath the dripping tree with tender shoots,Your waterproofs Whitened by peculiar moonsWith round staring eyes,Knock you...
Posted by ♥ WHEN roses cease to bloom, ♥ on Fri, 28 Dec 2007 08:23:00 PST |
What matters in life to me |
Sitting here in front of my college homework a question came into my mind,what really matters in life?...most of all what really matters to me in my life.Because only I have to live with the choi...
Posted by ♥ WHEN roses cease to bloom, ♥ on Sat, 17 Nov 2007 04:54:00 PST |
where is love??? |
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I may not be very beautiful and sometimes my hair is out of place.I may not do or say the right things and feel insecure in my own body.But beyond the scars i have something special.Something mo...
Posted by ♥ WHEN roses cease to bloom, ♥ on Wed, 04 Jul 2007 11:17:00 PST |
