There is a horizon for you,
To show my love for you from any view,
You are my treasure I guard,
I’ll never let tears fall from your eyes,
Whatever you want, ask me and I will raise all fit,
Just Say it, I will do it.
Limitless love I can give you anytime,
Trust me with your heart every time,
You see at a glimpse of me when in want,
I am always ready for you to give you what you want even a bit,
Just say it, I will do it.
I don’t want money, leisure, carefree life,
The only is what I strife,
Is YOU!
To show my love for you from any view,
You are my treasure I guard,
I’ll never let tears fall from your eyes,
Whatever you want, ask me and I will raise all fit,
Just Say it, I will do it.
Limitless love I can give you anytime,
Trust me with your heart every time,
You see at a glimpse of me when in want,
I am always ready for you to give you what you want even a bit,
Just say it, I will do it.
I don’t want money, leisure, carefree life,
The only is what I strife,
Is YOU!
How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for you are pure,but I don't know if you feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my heart broken again by a person I trust
The other part wants you more than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The question I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how you feel,cause you are driving me crazy
Life can be miserable, cruel and worthless,
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look forward to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
It can be the thing you dread the most,
But,
Life can be happy,
It can be what you look forward to,
Life can be carefree,
Life is what you make it.
Life is a portrait not done yet,
Life gives you the paint, your emotions, sanity
The portrait may have it's bad spots,
It may be blurry, and not understandable,
But in the end,
Life will make sense.
And the ones you left behind will see your work of Art,
And not judge who you are.
-Akiko_the_Cagon
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This is what I think, its not valid fact I believe. But the mind is the center of both your pains and joys, right? Well, this is supposto help.
Poem Daffodils By William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
