tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75818153418855861382024-03-13T03:34:00.638+01:00Broken HeartOn3 DaY YoU`LL Lov3 M3, Th3 WaY i Lov3d YoU.On3 DaY YoU`LL ThInK oF M3 ThE WaY i ThOuGhT oF YoU.On3 DaY YoU`LL CrY FoR M3 Th3 WaY i CrIeD FoR YoU.On3 DaY YoU`LL WaNt M3.BuT i WoN`t WaNt YoU.AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.comBlogger242125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-79544298290200649382022-01-31T15:52:00.005+01:002022-01-31T15:52:47.613+01:00Teri Yaad<blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><p style="text-align: left;"> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1op49qQy862YIL4HbenNMNXuMYdF8l6TK9O4CtKf7L5IIs2P3QG2nec3GT9FHh5V_uH7jMlvoPwr5wS1VExBOxQCXRlZabJR-vPZet6WX3lv5ECyrcPjnJHlO_26A9cZudYsV8MtAs5UW0lddQjsLRY0KBskLhDtakXFeqkbQacub4hHapmBpH06F=s640" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="640" height="487" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj1op49qQy862YIL4HbenNMNXuMYdF8l6TK9O4CtKf7L5IIs2P3QG2nec3GT9FHh5V_uH7jMlvoPwr5wS1VExBOxQCXRlZabJR-vPZet6WX3lv5ECyrcPjnJHlO_26A9cZudYsV8MtAs5UW0lddQjsLRY0KBskLhDtakXFeqkbQacub4hHapmBpH06F=w487-h487" width="487" /></a></div></div><p></p></blockquote><p style="background-color: white; font-family: Hind, sans-serif, calibri; margin: 0px 12px 24px; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="color: red; font-size: medium;"><b>Har Raat Ro Ro Ke Use Bhulaane Lage,<br />Aanshuo Mein Uske Pyar Ko Bahane Lage,<br />Ye Dil Bhi Kitna Ajeeb Hai Ki,<br />Roye Hum To Wo Aur Bhi Yaad Aane Lage</b></span><span style="font-size: 16px;">.</span></p><p> </p>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-45937770842374030922012-12-27T15:53:00.002+01:002012-12-27T15:53:34.750+01:00 Meri nazro ko aaj bhi <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-57814483244970592072012-02-03T18:24:00.001+01:002012-02-03T18:24:53.983+01:00Distance<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.pakvisions.com/urdu/image.php?u=2451&type=sigpic&dateline=1286139080" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="224" src="http://www.pakvisions.com/urdu/image.php?u=2451&type=sigpic&dateline=1286139080" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Garamond;"><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">The shortest distance between a problem and its solution is the distance between your knees and the floor. The one who kneels to </span><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"><b>Allah </b></span><span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;">can stand up to anything</span></span> </div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-59508254827765188662012-02-03T18:10:00.001+01:002012-02-03T18:25:24.673+01:00Thinking of You<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i52.tinypic.com/33cq5g2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://i52.tinypic.com/33cq5g2.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b style="font-family: 'times new roman'; font-size: x-large;"><i style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;">I was on a Ship </span><span style="color: red;">Thinking </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">of You.<br />
When i looked Down i Dropped a </span><span style="color: red;">Tear </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">in the Ocean.<br />
Then i </span><span style="color: #cc0000;">Promised </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">myself that until someone finds it.<br />
i wont </span><span style="color: red;">Forget </span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">You.</span></i></b> </div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-71749592458644584482012-02-02T19:30:00.000+01:002012-02-02T19:30:31.480+01:00I MiSs You!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4MMFf5yFt8/TyrTw8TrDPI/AAAAAAAAFAw/bRlkCWKHzeY/s1600/402246_10150506147876879_665266878_9222691_578700822_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S4MMFf5yFt8/TyrTw8TrDPI/AAAAAAAAFAw/bRlkCWKHzeY/s320/402246_10150506147876879_665266878_9222691_578700822_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="background-color: black; color: red;">Minutes slowly go by as the precious thoughts of us being together once again remain in my mind. The comforting images of you takes hold of my soul and through my eyes I visualize the time I had with you before you had to go; taking a part of me with you.I realize I need you so much because I love you. There's no other person I'd rather be with, no other person I'd rather be loved by, no other person I'd rather love or miss than you! Youssouf Diallo....Baby I miss you!!!</span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-65693495219357340482012-02-02T19:16:00.001+01:002012-02-02T19:18:15.580+01:00I miss what I can't have<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaXG-TVF1RM/TyrShR86HpI/AAAAAAAAFAk/YdYr2Gr2JK4/s1600/ni9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yaXG-TVF1RM/TyrShR86HpI/AAAAAAAAFAk/YdYr2Gr2JK4/s320/ni9.jpg" width="108" /></a><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I will always miss those beautiful brown eyes, your soft, sweet voice, and the way you called me baby, you mean so much to me you will never know.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">I miss the times when you came to my house to watch movies and knowing that never again will I watch a movie with you holding me close brakes me heart and never again will I feel your touch, never again will I get to hear those words I love you out of your mouth at least not directed to me.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">Never again will I see that smile that made me whole day better, anytime I was on the phone with you I was smiling, just knowing that I would see you or talk to you made everything better.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
</span></span></div></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: #674ea7;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;">I know you weren't like the rest of the girls I knew, I knew you were sweet, funny and that you would love me no matter what, I knew your love was true, and I miss that love that you had for me i am sorry I had to fu*k it all up! I'm gonna miss the way you smell and I know that never again will I have you to hold and never again will you be mine</span>...</span></div></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-58137531484057756172012-02-02T19:10:00.000+01:002012-02-02T19:10:59.914+01:00The first time i saw you..<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEWRpNfcTzk/TyrRcghCNgI/AAAAAAAAFAU/dIn7YnzwWRc/s1600/3863741065_ea9981e13f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fEWRpNfcTzk/TyrRcghCNgI/AAAAAAAAFAU/dIn7YnzwWRc/s1600/3863741065_ea9981e13f.jpg" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b><i><span style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">The first time i saw you..i never thought that i would be loving you so dearly I was broken and ironically hating love for the reason that i had been loving many times and end up crying. I was afraid to open my doors again thinking i would end up bleeding like before but then surprisingly you showed me the other way around You showed me the brighter side of loving and you helped me to start loving again and what happiness it will bring me. </span><br style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">And now, I am afraid of losing you.. you who gave me the strength to love again you, who i look forward to every time i close and open my eyes. You who i will give my all </span><br style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">You, who are my life, my love and my knight and shining armor. </span><br style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /><br style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;" /><span style="font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;">Our love is unconditional and undying. I'll die w/ the love we both share and I will die loving you forever</span></i></b></span></span> </div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-70628555158286523612012-02-02T19:06:00.000+01:002012-02-02T19:06:12.935+01:00~i Love You But i HaTe YoU~<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VgpkuCU7lc/TyrQWYn_NAI/AAAAAAAAFAM/ZNV_t8RHmbk/s1600/41369_1545911782_4830_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VgpkuCU7lc/TyrQWYn_NAI/AAAAAAAAFAM/ZNV_t8RHmbk/s1600/41369_1545911782_4830_n.jpg" /></a><span style="background-color: black; font-size: 14px; text-align: justify;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><b style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>All the things you did, All the things you even said. Made me cry and almost wanna die...But i am not gonna let you do that to me. I tried to hold on tight but you put up those dirty walls. I had to try to fight to try and keep you in my life. I love you but I hate you..All these emotions inside my head. Some days I am fine thinking every things just great...Yet some days I break down and try to win a fight. I am always thinking of you, the memories we had. But the one I wanna forget is when you said goodbye. I want you back in my life..But yet again I want you to just be a friend. I love you but I hate you... All these emotions that you lead. Every night I cant go to sleep... Its hard for me to realize you'll never hold me again. And I always catch my self picking up my phone then putting it back down...Wanting to call you one last time! But I love you but I hate you.... </i></b></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-70802787324141291292012-02-02T19:04:00.000+01:002012-02-02T19:04:11.006+01:00ITs To LaTe!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbXFKghLwM4/TyrP89ybkII/AAAAAAAAFAE/JkUm-aLOxDo/s1600/1242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbXFKghLwM4/TyrP89ybkII/AAAAAAAAFAE/JkUm-aLOxDo/s1600/1242.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div align="justify" style="background-color: #112233; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">I never knew love was until i met you. I never expected changes in my life. You were different from those guys i used to mingle with. You know how people got to have first love....<br />
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It is in you where i felt true love. I felt so much for you. And if ever that i could put back time. I would do so, the time wherein we were still together sharing great moments but unfortunately i cant.<br />
<br />
I kept thinking of you.. everyday and every moment.<br />
</span></span></div><div align="justify" style="background-color: #112233; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br />
I've been in a battle between my mind and my heart..my mind about to give up but here comes my heart saying cheer up. I cant stop loving you. I've been spending time thinking of happy moments we had. And keep pretending the truth that we're far from each other.</span></span></div><div align="justify" style="background-color: #112233; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;"><br />
totally far from each other...</span></span></div><div align="justify" style="background-color: #112233; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><span style="color: #6fa8dc;">somehow this heart of mine would learn to accept reality and be contented......contented to be just missing you!<br />
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i dont know if i do really need to say goodbye.. but as for now i am still confuse and i am drowning of thoughts on how things work and used to be. I dont have any guts to get along with somebody else and pretend to be happy though im not. I thought i already knew you since before. I just waited for the time to say that i still have lots of things to know 'bout you.. and here is the time!!!..maybe its too late...</span></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-43753992789847002842012-02-02T19:01:00.000+01:002012-02-02T19:01:54.280+01:00Hug Me One Last time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFRys0ef_ZQ/TyrPOiPy6-I/AAAAAAAAE_8/sWrpAc6EaII/s1600/blieve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iFRys0ef_ZQ/TyrPOiPy6-I/AAAAAAAAE_8/sWrpAc6EaII/s1600/blieve.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div align="justify" style="background-color: #112233; color: #aabbcc; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;">A <span style="color: red;">girl </span>and <span style="color: red;">guy </span>were speeding over 100 mph on a motorcycle</span></div><div align="justify" style="background-color: #112233; color: #aabbcc; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;"><br />
</span></div><center style="background-color: #112233; color: #aabbcc; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma;">Girl: Slow down. I am scared.<br />
Guy: No this is fun<br />
Girl: No its not.<br />
Please, its to scary!<br />
Guy: Then tell me you love me.<br />
Girl: Fine, I love you. Slow down!<br />
Guy: Now give me a BIG hug.<br />
(Girl <span style="color: red;">hugs </span>him)<br />
Guy: Can u take my helmet off and put it on? Its bugging me.</span></center><span style="background-color: #112233; color: #aabbcc; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 11px; text-align: left;"><br />
In the paper the next day: A motorcycle had crashed into a building because of break failure. Two people were on the motorcycle, but only one survived.</span><div style="background-color: #112233; color: #aabbcc; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; text-align: left;"></div><div align="justify" style="background-color: #112233; color: #aabbcc; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 14px;">The <span style="color: red;">truth </span>was that halfway down the road, the guy realized that his breaks broke,<br />
but he didn't want to let the girl know. Instead, he had her say she loved him,<br />
felt her hug one last time, then had her wear his helmet so she would live even<br />
though it meant he would die.<br />
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Perhaps we fell into ruins, letting our thoughts get the best of us. I thought of Her yesterday, and many yesterdays. What happened to us? I questioned that a lot. Where did our love go? Our unity? I feel this guilt expressing myself towards you. I know what I feel, but my explanation covers the truth. Some say Am I mad, but i say them i am <span style="color: #cccccc; font-weight: bold;">Luckyless</span>, for holding on something that can be easily broken? My senses of emotions are damaged. I don’t know how to make sense of all of this. I’m lost with no direction, map, or light.</span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-303346877416662092011-09-17T19:42:00.001+02:002011-09-17T19:42:47.209+02:00B L O O D<a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296672_225374054177466_100001146208598_622487_6219326_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/296672_225374054177466_100001146208598_622487_6219326_n.jpg" width="106" /></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><b><i style="background-color: black;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Loving someone you can never have is is like having</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">B</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">lood</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;">flowing through every </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd;">part of you, except your</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: large;">Heart</span></span></i></b></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-36223763282227911512011-09-16T13:21:00.003+02:002011-09-16T13:22:21.655+02:00Broken Heart<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbqnwW43z3U/TnMxLmfCe0I/AAAAAAAAD8c/RZOuu95l61I/s1600/heartsss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cbqnwW43z3U/TnMxLmfCe0I/AAAAAAAAD8c/RZOuu95l61I/s320/heartsss.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6aa84f;">Broken Heart is like a Broken Mirrors" Thinking of it, You loses Your Senses! Looking at it, You Becomes Incompleted! So, Let it Go And Live on</span></b></i></span>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-87841042833344247842011-09-16T13:04:00.002+02:002011-09-16T13:22:31.671+02:00How can I forget<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqDtM748Tgw/TnMufMwUZdI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/f2KM4blfFIQ/s1600/broken-heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqDtM748Tgw/TnMufMwUZdI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/f2KM4blfFIQ/s320/broken-heart.jpg" width="261" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #8e7cc3; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>How can I forget you when your always on my mind? How can I not want you when your all I want inside? How can I let you go when I can't see us apart? How can I not love you when you control my heart?</b></span></i></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-86811554010432137382011-08-02T13:05:00.000+02:002011-08-02T13:05:27.164+02:00Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i1119.photobucket.com/albums/k637/ShiSunamiStack/c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://i1119.photobucket.com/albums/k637/ShiSunamiStack/c.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>The people that you think would never do anything to hurt you, are the ones that kill your heart, the ones that you don't even give a chance are the ones that can make you smile at every given moment!</b></span></i></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-40564861741485277762011-08-02T13:00:00.000+02:002011-08-02T13:00:06.642+02:00Alone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/kachikillu/Love_hurts_by_Alephunky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://i695.photobucket.com/albums/vv320/kachikillu/Love_hurts_by_Alephunky.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #93c47d; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>It's a long road when you face the world alone, when no one reaches out a hand for you to hold. You can find love if you search within your soul, and the emptiness you felt will disappear</i></span></b></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-28435615250344278492011-08-02T12:57:00.000+02:002011-08-02T12:57:35.488+02:00Love Hurts....<a href="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/courtneyrae---/Love_Hurts.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://i600.photobucket.com/albums/tt82/courtneyrae---/Love_Hurts.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; line-height: 17px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #b4a7d6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've learned in my lifetime so far, that you can't help who you fall for and no matter how hard you try or how much it hurts you, everyday that you just wanna be with them or just talk to them. You never stop trying to make them happy by the little things you say or do because that's what makes your life worth going on for</span></b></i></span>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-28278415053042228282011-08-02T12:52:00.000+02:002011-08-02T12:52:35.237+02:00I love you more than anyone<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/TGQeLt0Ij6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/mDoGTkWW36g/s320/5bvc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/TGQeLt0Ij6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/mDoGTkWW36g/s320/5bvc.jpg" /></b></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #c27ba0; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've fallen in love with you and I'll never let you go. I love you more than anyone, I just had to let you know. And if you ever wonder why, I don't know what I'll say, but I'll never stop loving you, each and every day ...</span></i></b></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-88844968721008507582011-08-02T12:50:00.000+02:002011-08-02T12:50:06.151+02:00I never learned that game<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/S-8DRpGMUiI/AAAAAAAAA24/kZM7ZULXJXE/s320/f4v.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/S-8DRpGMUiI/AAAAAAAAA24/kZM7ZULXJXE/s320/f4v.jpg" /></a></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b style="background-color: black;"></b></span></i><br />
<div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b style="background-color: black;">i don't know how to do this; yet i know how to do it better than anyone else. who am i kidding I've been doing it for almost many years. Stealing you away from anything that isn't me. making you believe that i am and have always been the one.</b></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b style="background-color: black;">You see it, you know it, yet still you wont believe it. i have always been there for you. yet so has every other girl. but I've been here the longest. I've put in my time. I've dealt with the ups and the downs. stood by you through thick and thin. and amazingly you've done the same for me. you laid next to me and watched me cry, told me everything would be okay.</b></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b style="background-color: black;">Amazingly you were a million times exactly what i needed. and yet when i needed you the most you turned your back. your newest flavor of the week took prize over me. surprisingly i knew how to take it and all the while was shocked when it happened. </b></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b style="background-color: black;">I wish for someone or something different to walk into my life every day.. and yet right when that wish is made i see your face. you're something i cant let go of.. or maybe i don't know how to let go of. you're my everything and my nothing. you're everything i wished for and absolutely nothing i wanted. </b></span></i></div><div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><b style="background-color: black;">you make me cry internally... no one has ever been able to do that. so congratulations. you make me wish i was better make me wish i had her qualities, even though i don't know what she has over me. In fact i know she has nothing over me. but there's nothing I'm better at than stealing you away and yet i wish there was nothing i was better at than keeping you interested. but apparently i never learned that game.</b></span></i></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-13930617954253136502011-08-02T12:48:00.000+02:002011-08-02T12:48:00.488+02:00Its Too Late ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/S4qt4UY_ItI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DW9U5Ht6DUI/s320/1242.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/S4qt4UY_ItI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DW9U5Ht6DUI/s320/1242.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;">I never knew love was until i met you. I never expected changes in my life. You were different from those guys i used to mingle with. You know how people got to have first love....</span></span></b></i></div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><div style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br />
</span></div></span></span></b></i><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;">It is in you where i felt true love. I felt so much for you. And if ever that i could put back time. I would do so, the time wherein we were still together sharing great moments but unfortunately i cant.</span></span></b></i><div style="margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 17px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></b></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I kept thinking of you.. everyday and every moment.</span></b></i></span><br />
<div style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.6em; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #76a5af; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've been in a battle between my mind and my heart..my mind about to give up but here comes my heart saying cheer up. I cant stop loving you. I've been spending time thinking of happy moments we had. And keep pretending the truth that we're far from each other.</span></b></i></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-21392835841935794562011-06-21T22:04:00.000+02:002011-06-21T22:04:25.296+02:00Accept me for what I am<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/TDD959jvgsI/AAAAAAAACII/r5OUotpeYkc/s320/look_at_the_pieces_by_wolkenstein.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/TDD959jvgsI/AAAAAAAACII/r5OUotpeYkc/s320/look_at_the_pieces_by_wolkenstein.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-size: 12px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Accept me for what I am<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Love me as long as you can<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Then you will finally see<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />How strong my love can be<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I'm destined the way I am<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I see no hassle with that<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />That's the truth from above<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Everyone has to bear this fact<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Everyone differs from others<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Like me, so don't bother<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Noone can be like me<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />And i cant be like thee<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />So accept me for what i am<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Im real and like no fakes<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I think im a good person<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />For Lord never makes mistakes</i></span></b></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-13769107958656049792011-06-21T21:37:00.002+02:002011-06-21T21:37:47.773+02:00Delici0us Sin ..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/S_VjTxOHtOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/h7lSWrnTMv0/s400/Burnt_Out_by_ZombieButtSex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/S_VjTxOHtOI/AAAAAAAAB_c/h7lSWrnTMv0/s320/Burnt_Out_by_ZombieButtSex.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Forget the last night I lived<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />So horrible I can't beleive<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />But he will only see my fear<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Even he's not with me very near<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Out of all the secrets I keep<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Only this one is very deep<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I have no place to escape<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Since this is my own mistake<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Wherever I turn is wrong<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Yet my faith is still very strong<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />But why can't I get up at every fall<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />It makes me lost and feel so small<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />I fall down with a thud<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Wanting to bloom earlier from this bud<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Unsatisfied by what I get in turn<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Ultimately in this land I get burnt</span></b></span></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-29391432297704725232011-06-21T21:36:00.000+02:002011-06-21T21:36:46.535+02:00AngEliC KisS ..<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/S-7ctMNzFyI/AAAAAAAAB-E/vNErrYNj94E/s400/Kiss_Of_The_Rose_by_peachyyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/S-7ctMNzFyI/AAAAAAAAB-E/vNErrYNj94E/s320/Kiss_Of_The_Rose_by_peachyyy.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Shower me with your angelic kiss</span></b></i></div><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Where I can find my blissSince that angel is youOnly you know what to doIn you I search for my smileEverytime I'm sad for a whileThis has been slowly growingThe hidden love has been showingShower me with your angelic kissThe reason that makes me existThis is the downright truthI've been waiting since my childhoodI can listen to you a lifetimeThat this love is forever mineOnce I get your angelic kissNot a thing in life I shall miss</span></b></i>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-64246138764921774112011-06-21T21:33:00.000+02:002011-06-21T21:33:10.488+02:00Are You There GOD?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/S_E16WQfHrI/AAAAAAAAB-c/AopjVJQNETQ/s400/28115_427411250478_587685478_5921863_5598536_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qTH9D3DpfMc/S_E16WQfHrI/AAAAAAAAB-c/AopjVJQNETQ/s400/28115_427411250478_587685478_5921863_5598536_n.jpg" /></a></div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Drowning everyday in this misery<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />That this egoistic world has only for me<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Should i give up & not fight anymore?<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />For I'm chased by hauting memories as I go<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Save me God from this hell on earth<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Take me to where I see no dirt<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Do not abandone me however I'm in pain<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Reform my affair, make me whole again<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Take a knife and scratch my heart<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Dig further and break it apart<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />All you can see is the darkness within<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />There's a devil that lives in my existence<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /><br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Struggling, fighting to erase my sins<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Only blackness is found when ripped my skin<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />Can't live or die in this numbness<br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" />But have to survive to please the rest</i></span></b>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-60881000008787438202011-06-21T19:41:00.000+02:002011-06-21T19:41:15.900+02:00i Love You More Than Anyone<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/TGQeLt0Ij6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/mDoGTkWW36g/s320/5bvc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/TGQeLt0Ij6I/AAAAAAAAA3I/mDoGTkWW36g/s320/5bvc.jpg" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I've fallen in love with you and I'll never let you go. I love you more than anyone, I just had to let you know. And if you ever wonder why, I don't know what I'll say, but I'll never stop loving you, each and every day ...</span></b></i></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7581815341885586138.post-47994952321220963142010-01-31T18:59:00.001+01:002010-01-31T19:01:06.602+01:00I Thought You Were ...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroXeLYtDrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RX3gyDBaSC4/s1600-h/26055172.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qIUmwBb4pLo/SroXeLYtDrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RX3gyDBaSC4/s320/26055172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384642111694769842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 150%;">I thought you were the one<br />So I gave you my hope<br /><br />I thought you were the best<br />So I gave you my pride<br /><br /><br />I thought you were sincere<br />So I gave you my trust<br /><br /><br />And I thought you were mine<br /> So I gave you my heart</span></span></span></div>AnonYmoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01359071275651359128noreply@blogger.com3