M.
The way he made her feel made her believe that he would someday kneel and make their love stronger than steel
Nothing was too luxurious to earn her forgiveness whenever she was furious
He was her understanding half who could always make her laugh
The way he used to talk and dress was what eventually got her into this mess
She considered him as perfect; little did she know he used to have that kind of effect
She was Louise he was Clark, before he became a shark
She was Bonnie he was Clyde before he decided to mentally leave her side
She was Beyoncé he was Jay-Z before his actions stung her like a bee
She was Angelina he was Brad, before a joyful past with him became all she had
Just like that he changed character without telling her the reason of the matter
Whenever a male friend walked by her side, her man became scarily green-eyed
His funny jokes turned in to provokes
If she had opened up her eyes she would’ve seen that he was dressed in a perfect disguise when underneath he wasn’t better (if anything worse) than other guys
They rocked everything from the dance floor to the bed, therefore she had difficulties getting the happy days out of her head
Memories so beautiful had turned in to painful
Therefore she had to leave, she had to go in order to make things flow again and become her own friend
She cared for him because of the way they were, she loved him because of the way they were
But when the way they were became far from the way they are, she stopped caring for him anything at all
She doesn’t even care enough to give him a “happy birthday” call
A wise man once said..
My mom
Her body, my home before earth, the woman who gave me birth- my mom
The woman who helps me to stay strong when things go wrong – my mom
The painkilling pill when I’m feeling ill – my mom
The woman who stands tall so she can catch me when I fall – my mom
Her hug gives me the same high you get of a drug – my mom
She has an embrace which helps me through EVERY case – my mom
The woman whose food sets me in the greatest mood – my mom
She doesn’t care if I’ve treated her in a way which is unfair; she’s always there – my mom
She gives me inspiration I’m full of admiration – my mom
By spending time she helps me feel fine – my mom
The woman who I can’t even begin to give back to no matter how much I want to – my mom
R.E.S.P.E.C.T for EVERYTHING you’ve EVER done for me!
Written by: M.Y. - Sjukt grym. Min idol.
Shihan - This type love
Raphael Delaghetto
Cause the love you said you'll give, came up way past due!!
So dance till the clock rock....stay on the floor.
Cause when it ticks turns to tack...
....I'll be knockin at your door.
We had him
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us, and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we knew who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet, for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square,
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England,
We are missing Michael Jackson.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
Knock Knock
Tokatekika nomokuchishifu
I believe you're the one for me; all that's left is for you to see
For you to see we're compatible, inevitable - together we're unstoppable
I know it's scary, it's unpredictable, it's surreal, but not uncertain
But don't give it up, take a chance, don't say no - on our love don't pull the curtain.
From nowhere words, feeling, lusts, dreams, images, metaphors pour from my soul
You've got me wishing, praying, aching, dreaming, singing - that with you I grow old.
Feel like an artist in your presence because your love within me creates a beautiful symphony, harmony, melody, chorus, prelude, beat box and rhythm of undeniable undefined?
You don't know what it is you do to me
You don't have to say a word and I can't breathe
It's something out of my control, out my hands.
I've tried and tried to get you of my mind
It's been two years and I can't leave you behind
Now I decided I'm going to make you mine
Once I have you I know I'll be just fine
I just have to have you, have you near
Because with you, I won't have anything to fear
There's something about you, a good and a bad side
At first it didn't work - but this time I won't let you slide
I'll make it work; I'll make you see I'll always be by your side
They say real friends stay by your side and foe friends leave
Well I plan on staying and your heart I would never try to deceive
My love is blind to your imperfections
In fact my love leads me in new directions
Directing me to new aspects of your higher being
They give my love a new depth, a greater meaning.
The L-Word
We always say it but rarely mean it.
We crave it but rarely nurture it.
We want it but barely know what it is.
Then how do we identify it? We can't.
Love can be interpreted, but never defined.
If that is true, then it's impossible to find.
Some say impossible is nothing?
Does that mean Love is nothing? I'll stick to undefined.
