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Belinda was mine, 'till the time, that I found her, holdin' Jim, and lovin' him. Then Sue came along, loved me strong, that's what I thought. Me and Sue, but that died too. Don't know that I will, but until, I can find me, a girl who'll stay, and won't play games behind me. I'll be what I am, a solitary man, a solitary man. I've had it to here, being where, love's a small word, a part time thing, a paper ring. I know it's been done, havin' one, girl who loved me, right or wrong, weak or strong. Don't know that I will, but until, I can find me, the girl who'll stay, and won't play, games behind me. I'll be what I am, a solitary

"Let us be realists, and try the impossible." (Che)

In Roman mythology, Cupid (Latin cupido, meaning "desire") is the god of desire, affection erotic love. He is also known by another one of his Latin names, Amor (cognate with Kama). He is the son of goddess Venus and god Mars. Cupid is the Roman God of Love. No person in love is stranger to this mischievous cute boy armed with bow and arrows who shoots people's hearts with his poisoned arrow to inspire romantic love. He is the Roman God of Love, son of Goddess Venus. Cupid is the most widely accepted symbol of Love and the icon of Valentine's Day. Cupid is also known as Amor (Latin name) or Eros (in Greek mythology). According to the Roman

I've come undone Nobody's won Being alone Has given me hope The seeds that are sown Here on my own Are giving me hope Hope to burn again If I remember you, Will you remember me? If I remember you, Will you remember me? It killed me when you left I become so torn once felt like theft Is making me hope Now that I can see Who I'm meant to be Now that I am one I can burn again If I remember you, Will you remember me? If I remember you, Will you remember me? And it's a silent voice All I can hear Ringin' in my ear And it's your silent choice Bring me new fears It's bringing me to tears If I reme

I'm haunted by this photograph Don't know why Everytime I look, I get shivers down my spine You're such a beautiful face I know those eyes They take me back in time She could be you I wouldn't even know She could be you But that was long ago She could be you I wish that i could tell you What you don't know I dream about that day But it's impossible In another world, I'll be yours tonight But i can't break free from this life She could be you I wouldn't even know She could be you But that was long ago She could be you I see it all the time I know it's true A picture doesn't lie She could be you I wouldn't even know

if you break me, i do not stop working. if you touch me, i may be snared. if you loose me, nothing will matter.

apathy is death

in gardens, beauty is a by-product. The main business is sex and death

There was a shy boy who turned to the web for friendship. When he came across a facacinting dear. As he watched her break her chains and become a sweedish wolf he never expected they would meet. Then the day came, and butterflies wouldn't rest in his stomach. The station before her's, he was so excited, he hoped every girl was her. How little he knew, the perfect meeting to come. As his train pulled in, he waited at the doors. She was just sat there; in a doorway infront of his, thinking he wasn't going to turn up. He looked at her and thought he had fall asleep on the train. She stood up and almost instantly bounced around him, taking in

You speak with the devils tongue. Arranging others to dance to your song. Wordless traps, and wry tales are your unspoken arsenels. Many hearts fall foul to your lines; Choreographed verses, time after time. I have questions for that wicked grin. When I want answers, I'll not give in. What happens if they'll not respond in the given script you want? Your tricks are old, mine renewed. So if you feel a little confused, read my lips. Even you could handle this.

Someone once said, “love is not the joy you feel when you’re with that person, but its the pain you feel… when you miss them” The pain I feel when I miss you is overwhelming. Some people say, “even the tiny little pieces of my heart miss you” but I missed you even when I thought I didn’t have a heart. I used to miss you even when we were “just friends” I once heard that, He gave her 12 roses 11 real one 1 fake, and said “I’ll love you till the last rose dies…” I won’t let the flowers of our love even wither… Someone very wise said, “if you c

farewell what is wrong young one what has happened to you are you frighten? why do you hide from me? please don't think of me as a bad person I am a friend.I only wish to help you come with me and you can be happy again but its your decision not mine.if you wish to e your old self again I can help you no matter what every single decision you make is yours and not mine good luck and I wish you a happy life