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Because now there is no
Contributed by
kaybarcelon
on
Saturday, 7th October 2006 @ 07:04:32 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Why do we hurt each other?
Is it love or is it hate
Is it because we are far away
Or is it because we know
There is no tomorrow
Did we forget once we have loved?
Did we lost the feeling of passion
Have we replaced with it sorrows
Why the insensible struggling
Are we mourning for the lost love?
Why are we fighting?
Why are we hurting?
Why are we in sorrow?
Why do we even talk?
Why cant we go back?
Remember the days
We laughed and we danced
Remember the feeling
There was no one else but "us"
Or is it the memory that hurts...
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Re: Because now there is no
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by veenu on
Saturday, 7th October 2006 @ 10:54:13 PM AEST
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good write....mind is the supreme power on our planet and its works are strange ........only poet feel what is love.......those people that run away are useless........................
something for u...........my poem back in those days.................
i am a broken branch,
my tree shed me away,
back in those days,
light and rays,
a sweet home near to me where my tree stand still on the way,
there live mom and dad,
and a funny boy they had,
as we grow and winter blow,
that boy fall in love with a girl about her i dont know,
both love each other so much,
as i hear them here together,
there laughter and there sound was all around and the gloomy weather,
my dear tree become emotional ,
showing bud of blossom,
in offseason,
somehow there love that was spoken,
and there voice that i hear in open,
that voice lost in woods,
and love break with the words unspoken,
that boy sit here underneath my tree so upset,
that my wooden heart come to rest,
and my tree shed me as he come to know that my wooden heart is now dead,
as the sun (in winter)surround by cloud ,
my tree shed the leaf they fall all around,
i pray to almighty to let there love fly free,
as summer come's after winter,
as new leaf come on my tree,
may! they come here together and prove the love that we praise,
and my dear tree feel back in those days...
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