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If I'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose,
If i'm not that arrow to the heart of you,
then I guess we're done,
let's not drag this on...
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by Breanne
at 2009-10-03 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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YOUR LOVE IS A LIE
I DONT KNOW WHY
I JUST WANT TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY
I DONT KNOW WHY
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by Breanne
at 2009-10-03 |
Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away.
I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand
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by Zack
at 2009-05-05 |
Rating: 4.25
Votes: 4 |
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Shall I compare thee to a summers day
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
And summer's lease hath all too short a date
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by Chris Hall
at 2009-03-06 |
Rating: 3.50
Votes: 4 |
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Just can't breath
Just can't move
Freezing me around
Got no freedom
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by "julia"
at 2009-03-06 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 1 |
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Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow--
You are not wrong, who deem
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by Edgar Allan Poe
at 2008-05-13 |
Rating: 4.17
Votes: 6 |
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Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink
Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain;
Nor yet a floating spar to men that sink
And rise and sink and rise and sink again;
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by Edna St. Vincent Millay
at 2008-03-13 |
Rating: 4.67
Votes: 6 |
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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
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by Rudyard Kipling
at 2008-03-12 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 5 |
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Again and again, however we know the landscape of love
and the little churchyard there, with its sorrowing names,
and the frighteningly silent abyss into which the others
fall: again and again the two of us walk out together
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by Rainer Maria Rilke
at 2008-03-12 |
Rating: 4.67
Votes: 3 |
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A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction--
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by Robert Herrick
at 2008-02-18 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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Outside the sky is light with stars;
There's a hollow roaring from the sea.
And, alas! for the little almond flowers,
The wind is shaking the almond tree.
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by Katherine Mansfield
at 2008-02-18 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste:
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by William Shakespeare
at 2008-02-18 |
Rating: 3.50
Votes: 2 |
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Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
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by Percy Bysshe Shelley
at 2008-02-15 |
Rating: 4.67
Votes: 3 |
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O hurry where by water among the trees
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh,
When they have but looked upon their images -
Would none had ever loved but you and I!
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by William Butler Yeats
at 2008-02-13 |
Rating: 4.33
Votes: 3 |
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The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of Heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
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by Percy Bysshe Shelley
at 2008-02-12 |
Rating: 4.25
Votes: 8 |
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Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me, as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recalld as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
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by Walt Whitman
at 2008-02-11 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 3 |
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Monsignore,
Right Reverend Bishop Valentinus,
Sometime of Interamna, which is called Ferni,
Now of the delightful Court of Heaven,
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by Joyce Kilmer
at 2008-01-24 |
Rating: 1.00
Votes: 1 |
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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!
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by Stephen Foster
at 2008-01-24 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high:
It was begotten by Despair
Upon Impossibility.
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by Andrew Marvell
at 2008-01-24 |
Rating: 0.00
Votes: 0 |
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Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
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by John Milton
at 2008-01-16 |
Rating: 5.00
Votes: 2 |
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