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This aint a letter,neither lyrics to a song
Aimed at no one specific,so dont get me wrong
Have you ever felt dead even though you havent died
Do you often feel life to its full,is sometimes denied
Have you ever felt whole,or mostly broken
Has your voice fell silent, with words unspoken
Where is my happiness,where is my laughter
Life seems exempt from happily ever after
Many are my affliction, many are my fears..do you even see my sun-dried tears
So you wait for the day, when your soul will be free, do you ever miss you, coz i miss me...
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| Author: Natalie Love |
Contributed by Natalielove on 14th Jan, 2010
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 He has got the most amazing eyes I have ever seen.
His lips are a chiseled piece of a genius art.
His words are a sugared simplicity that turns a sour smile to a sweet smile.
His laughter's an angel voice giving rise 2 a fallen ailing angel.
His beauty is jaw dropping and unceasingly confusing.
Everyday I see him it gets enough not.
His smile's so fascinating I’d stay up all night
Just 2 figure out how 2 make him smile all day
Spending a day with him is like living a promised life in paradise
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| Author: Makuya Rabelani |
Contributed by khakhu on 8th Jan, 2010
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Confusion generates problems and problems require simple solutions!
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| Author: Elkan |
Contributed by blue on 4th Jan, 2010
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"He who speaks first is apparently right `till, the other state his liquid truth"
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| Author: Elkan |
Contributed by blue on 4th Jan, 2010
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BEWARE OF THEM
You can run but you cannot hide.
Sometimes I’m scared of those Crocodiles,
Who strip fake smiles on me
Strip smiles and laugh crazy, like Hyenas.
When they catch you
They strip you into pieces
Shape-less and confused
You get all messed up and drowned
Into deep dark seas
The shadows of the night
Making you tremble,
Your knees shaking and
You start running fast
Wanting to never look back.
It’s more like a disease,
Becomes dormant and
Sometimes fully blown
Your Life becoming infected
The loneliness
The adjustments
The confusion
Drilling in your head
It’s horrible
The emptiness
Feels alone
The touch of confusion
New predictions
Unsuccessful
Always pain in the heart
Piercing through, deep into the soul
The disease severely spreading
No matter how hard I try
The whole feeling is dead
The same horrible route
I hate it
Broken into pieces
Your senses on pension
Your body feeling weak
Full of non-visible bruises
Swollen faces
Swearing like a trooper
Long faces, matching bands
Looking and looking
All around
No hole to escape to.
M.S.G Seko
2005
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| Author: mogaba |
Contributed by mog840708 on 22nd Dec, 2009
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