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This l’amour photo might contain guitariste, joueur de guitare, and guitare acoustique.
We met
Two strangers.
Knowing of pain.
And cœur, coeur ach.
We met
Two people.
That crave love.
Affection.
We met.
Not inderstanding the feelings.
That are invading our souls.
The feeling that makes us smile.
We met.
We talked.
We laughed.
We understood eachother.
We met.
We fall in love.
Now a l’amour is found.
From two strangers.
I might not say it enough.
But I l’amour you.
We met.
I need you.
I crave your touch.
Your kiss.
Your arms.
I know I might never feel them.
We met.
But I dream of you.
I will be witth toi in my dreams.
I do not know if toi feel the same l’amour as me.
I hope so.
We met.
It doesnt matter.
How long it lasts.
For the hours.
We have spent.
On here.
We have Loved.
A life time.
Ok, this is a poem (not mine) that I found on Someone's mur that muhammadadil had posted:
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the haut, retour au début of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the haut, retour au début think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's Rebelle enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Girls are like
apples on trees.The best
ones are at the haut, retour au début of the tree.
The boys don't want to reach for
the good ones because they are afraid
of falling and getting hurt.Instead, they
get the rotten apples from the ground
that aren't as good.So the apples
at the haut, retour au début think something is wrong with
them, when in reality, they're amazing.
They just have to wait for the right
boy to come along, the one
who's Rebelle enough
to climb
all the way
to the top
of the tree.
Of what,
of who?
Could it hurt,
could the pain
return again?
There's me
holding that
cold glass of wine,
staring at her,
trying to forget...
And there he is,
sad and distant
like usual.
Oh why,
oh why?
And me again,
but this time
I was happy.
So happy for
all those
sweet kisses
he gave me...
And again he,
looking at me
and wondering...
Oh I should have known!
Inside my fantaisie
I seek
for his kisses
that poisoned
my body,
i chercher for
the reason,
trying to see...
There he is
again,
oh
his kisses,
what did he do to me,
oh
he fooled me again...
Nothing was real,
he was wondering,
oh
he was trying
to see
her in my eyes,
oh...
He gave me all
that sweetness,
but he belongs to her.
Oh,
he's so sad
because of her.
He's so distant
because of her.
Oh,
he disrupt my dreams
because of her.
Because of her...
hes too shy to tell her he loves her
