You are the men that help me live The ones i would die for every thought you give i come back for more every word you say i know is true You are the men that i adore i love you because you are you i am your placebo whore fake is a placebo But i know my love is real all the words you throw they tell me how you feel
a Placebo
i may love you for your voice the way that you sing the way your guiatrs sway and the way you hit the drum the way you smile and look up at the sky the way you laugh the way you stand the way you walk and clench your hands i love you my darlings and i fear you gone i wish to breath your air and shake your hands you are my princes and you slay away my pain my tears stop falling when i hear your voice again your music is my placebo that make the pain go away a real placebo is what you are and i listen for you everyday.
the meeting
I dream one day to meet you to hold your hands with care to touch your skins to hear your voices there to laugh at your coments and to talk to you to smell your sweet sents and watch what you do to meet you is me dream and dreams come true but it seems that i will never meet you
ALL BY MEEEE!! LOL!!
hope ya like um
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I have some poems... in romanian.. they're really bad and there's no point in posting them cos you wouldn't understand them anyway.. next time I'll write I'll write in English and then I'll ost them
I see the world differently And i know you do aswell Sometimes i feel trapt And noone can tell You lighten up the day for me And make me smile again You make my different world happy And you take away my pain
By mee
Haha
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ok, so, i didn't wrote this poem, it's by Gustavo Adolfo Bécquer, but it reminds me of Brian : (sorry if the translation is poor...i'm translating it right now..)
Rime XIII
Your pupil is blue, and when you laugh it's gentle clarity reminds me of the quivering shine of the morning that reflects in the sea.
Your pupil is blue, and when you cry, the transparent tears in it figure drops of dew over a violet.
Your pupol is blue, and if in it's background like a dot of light shines an idea, looks like the evening sky ¡a lost star!
-- Edited by dub psychosis at 04:51, 2005-01-17
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