 Friends       | theresahepler782: Yes"i accepted ur friend request 5 years ago • Report • Link 0  safiachaouy: lovely eyes and smells like a flower as i rubby my finger throw you hair you leaned against me and smelled coffee makes me want ou more as my bady is against you i could hear my heart beating against yours as you hold me tight it was like a whisper in my ears where you hear me say everything is so right here i would wanna be no where eals but here with you i never let you go , we are united body and soul oh baby dont ever let me go sky may come down and if the ground get drown i would never let go of you oh baby hold me tight and never put me down it was like a whisper when you looked me in the eye your eyes look at me and i fall so in love with you safiachaouy: when i was at high school,they played by the door girls were like boys and jumped over the wall they got me under the tree hiding from the heat i did not see the shade where they stand i couldnt see where they came... they jump and strut like shakespeare s characters high school never were a stage to act girls were like boys and they run and race they laugh when they stumble and never fall when girls never were, the sky goes black and birds run away they sweep the yard and their smells go for miles. what if they dont stop,they heat the ground with their steps they never stop,they never stop. safiachaouy: from the look in your eyes, i know it kiss me and hold me tight make me feel the love in your heart make the feeling of love everlasting !!! safiachaouy: tonight i feel very lonely and i think if you are here beside me .i guarantee... you will make me happy with your smile you will make me warm with your hug you will make me beautiful with your kiss you will make me strong with your words and the most important thing.... i will not feel lonely like this i really missing you ,my love i love you so much .my baby i love you looking into my eyes when you hug me i feel like something in my blood.. i hear the mutual communication of our hearts in your touch i fall asleep with your kiss you wake me up .    (Post deleted by loveletters ) safiachaouy: It is raining...the smell of soils getting wet and the heat getting out of the ground.Very inspiring weather to write a poem. safiachaouy: For all mothers across the globe. When I find myself in times of trouble Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be And when the broken-hearted people Living in the world agree There will be an answer, let it be For though they may be parted There is still a chance that they will see There will be an answer, let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Yeah, there will be an answer, let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be Ah, let it be, yeah, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be And when the night is cloudy There is still a light that shines on me Shine on until tomorrow, let it be I wake up to the sound of music, Mother Mary comes to me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, yeah, let it be Oh, there will be an answer, let it be Let it be, let it be Let it be, yeah, let it be Whisper words of wisdom, let it be safiachaouy: Riding on the "City of New Orleans," Illinois Central Monday Morning Rail. Fifteen cars and fifteen restless riders, three conductors and twenty five sacks of mail. They're out on the south-bound odyssey and the train pulls out of Kankakee. Rolling long past houses, farms and fields. Passing towns that have no name, freight yards full of old gray men, the graveyards of the rusted automobiles, Singing, good morning America, how are you? Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son? I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans". I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Dealing cards with the old men in the club car. Plenty of points, ain't no one keeping score. Say, won't you pass the paper bag that holds the bottle. And feel the wheels rumbling 'neath the floor. And the sons of Pullman porters, and the sons of engineers ride their father's magic carpet made of steel. And the days are full of restless, and the dreams are full of memories, and the echoes of the freight train whistles clear. Singing, good morning America, how are you? Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son? I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans". I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. But it's twilight on the city of New Orleans, talk about a pocket full of friends. Halfway home and we'll be there by morning. With no tomorrow waiting 'round the bend. Singing good night, America, I love you. Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son? I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans". I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. Singing, good morning America, how are you? Saying, don't you know me, I'm your native son? I'm the train they call "The City of New Orleans". I'll be gone five hundred miles when the day is done. safiachaouy: Girls ! I live in Morocco now...and i hope to move soon to the US.Then i will accept all your intvitations. safiachaouy: And why not death rather than living torment? To die is to be banish'd from myself; And Silvia is myself: banish'd from her Is self from self: a deadly banishment! What light is light, if Silvia be not seen? What joy is joy, if Silvia be not by? Unless it be to think that she is by And feed upon the shadow of perfection Except I be by Silvia in the night, There is no music in the nightingale; Unless I look on Silvia in the day, There is no day for me to look upon; She is my essence, and I leave to be, If I be not by her fair influence Foster'd, illumined, cherish'd, kept alive. I fly not death, to fly his deadly doom: Tarry I here, I but attend on death: but, fly I hence, I fly away from life.  |
