Funny poems
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star You should know what you are And once you know what you are Mental hospital is not so far The rain makes all things beautiful The grass and flowers too If rain makes all things beautiful Why doesn't it rain on you? Roses are red, violets are blue Monkeys like you should be kept in zoo don't feel so angry you will find me there too by لورنا |
a special day
A special day he called me exactly at 12 o’clock he told me happy birthday my queen I couldn’t control myself I laughed so loud and I couldn’t stop he kind of shocked, he didn’t talk at all he thought he would be the first one to tell me that word the first to beloved the first to be remembered at all times he built his dreams on that call and by my laughing I destroyed them all oh baby I’m sorry but today is not my special day if u just wait two days you was going to make it right but it’s actually all right it is enough that u thought in me it is enough that u called me he laughed too after he heard me and he told me to wait his call exactly after two days in the same time and I’m waiting for it darling by لبيب |
lunar moon
from all the days... this day from all the nights the night of clear sky... a night of the lunar moon walking by the shore i look down at the sand grasp it with my hand the day, the night, the sea.. and the sand i hold all know what i feel soar of lost love... that same hand to hold the sand pass it to you.. that sand belongs to the sea,as i belong to you a remaining memory of my love for you by لبيب |
قصة من أيام شخص
Some day I weak up at morning and I can’t feel him. I look every where and I don’t find him. I ask every one about him no one known him. I set in my shier and think where I lost him. I start to cry, I feel so bad my life is finish. I lost my personally, he is know me he life’s whit me. If I lose him, I will disappear. I am nothing whiteout him. Some voice in my head tell me don’t give up… don’t cry. You make him not he makes you. He is can’t disappear from your life. Believe him, and your life’s become perfect. If you do that, you can find him. That is the idea. Your mind turns right, lift, up and down. What she is talk about? Who is disappearing? What is she lost? Don’t think too mush! It is simple. I tell you what it is … I tell you what I lost… I lost my dream… In which way we lose dream? That is simple thing... The people who are not believe in their dream they lose it. They are not doing any thing to keep it inside them. They lose it in simple easy way. Let me tell you some word:” Wind moves dust”. You agreed for what I say to you? If you. Do that:” Our dream must mead from stone not dust”. That is the strong dream. At last you know my story… what is about your?! by nimo |
very nice
thax |
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