something |
something in the way she moves
attracts me like no other lover
something in the way she woos me
i don't want to leave her now
you know i believe her now
somewhere in her smile she knows
that...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
today |
if i could look beyond your face and photograph your hidden place, would i find you smiling in the picture? i dont know what you want because you dont know, so whats the point of asking?
youre ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
the way you've flown. it's fine. |
all games they play
undead and awake
and returning within
you are a devil they say
and it's candy
how long i've known
this seed burst and grown
you're the one that i love
you are the one th...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
wonderful. |
for Chay:
"My life with you is as
spontaneous as the
beating of our hearts.
This is life worth-living;
this is life with you."
a smile, a kiss and a hug.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
isuoaeudywoferp |
i love it: Life. you make it wonderful. thank you.
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
these are the days when anything goes |
i've been swiming in a sea of anarchy
i've been living on coffee and nicotine
i've been wondering if all the things i've seen
were ever real, were ever really happening.
(sheryl crow)
it ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
blue and yellow |
should've said nothing but i've said it enough
by the way my words were faded
rather waste some time with you...
(the used)
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
show me the world as seen from the stars |
if the world would fall apart in a fiction-worthy wind
i wouldn't change a thing now that you're here
(incubus)
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
i hope i'll never wake..Ü |
when you're searching your soul,
when you're searching for pleasure,
how often, pain is all you find.
but when you're coasting along
and nobody's trying too hard,
you can turn around and lik...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
can't get it out of my head |
Listen as the wind blows
from across the great divide,
Voices trapped in yearning,
memories trapped in time,
The night is my companion
and solitude my guide,
Would I spend forever here
and not ...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 00:00:00 GMT |
