Faithful, Unsure Love


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

Through all the storms and struggles—
All the fights and tussles’,
All the disrespect, and abuse,
My love was always true.
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When you made me cry, made me feel unloved,
I was always there by your side.
No matter what you did or what you said,
I was proud to be your girl.

My love for you is greater than anything in this world,
You know that no one can love you like I do.
Everything we have been through,
I was faithful to you, and only you.

I was your girl, your boo;
But all you ever did was treat me like garbage.
You said, “Baby you know I love you.”
But true love doesn’t break my heart.

I tried and tried to look past it,
But the more I tried, the more I saw the real you.
All the lies, all the deceit,
You must have thought you were slick.

To love you more than anything,
Would be ignorant on my part.
I can’t image my life without you,
But I can’t image my life with you.

I deserve more than what you give me,
Better than what I have now.
Growing up is something that you need to do.
My love for you is always there….
But my heart is moving on to better things.

-Shana Worthen
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KAHIN YE MERI ZINDAGI TO NAHI

इन अंधेरों में मुझे एक रौशनी सी दिखती

Usko Paney Ki chahat

रंजिश क्या करे हम उनसे

ये अपना दिल

Till I Breathe My Last

When you love and hold me without any fear

Happiness spreads throughout the atmosphere.

Her Triumph
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or

SADA RAHE

 

चाहे रहे सदा मेरे जमाना विरूद्

The Pain Inside

I saw the stars that shine

When I looked into your eyes.

I felt the pain inside

tham gayi hai manzil

Tham gayi hai manzil bhi

Na koi sathi hai

Na koi ham safar

Chalana tho ha

A flea and a fly

A flea and a fly flew in a flue.

"We're" imprisoned, they said, but what could they do?

The Life Of A Cupcake

They put me in the oven to bake.

Me, a deprived and miserable cake.

Feeling the h

CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

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