Loving You...

Theres something about you

That makes me feel for you, like I do.

Its stillness of the heart...

Its feeling you here, even apart.

Is seeing you smile, in my thought.

It's falling yet get caught.

It's knowing the feeling...

Unsure of it's meaning.

It's the completeness

That I feel when you're near...

It's the emptyness

When you leave that I have to bear.
It's dreaming of you even awake...
Is having this feeling for you I cannot shake.

It's wanting to leave yet not be able to...

Is feeling in love even when I cry for you.

Is feeling like I got punched in the gut

when you do me wrong...

It's keeping my mouth shut...

It's holding on, be strong.

Its forgiving,

Even when you don't say sorry.

It's talking,

When things get blurry.

It's thanking in my mind

Whoever let you go in the past

Glad things with them, did not last...

...someone like you, is hard to find.

Is feeling love sick, is feeling blind,

Is feeling in love, is feeling kind...

Is feeling you are so right to me...

Is seeing what you yet cannot see.

And I wait, for you to awaken

As you sleep there, half broken...

And I sit here and I smile

Because waiting for you is worthwhile.

Let Go!

Letting go doesn't mean giving up, but rather accepting that there are things that cannot be.

EMINEM FT. RIHANNA - LOVE THE WAY YOU LIE (SONG + LYRICS)

Palavras Perdidas...

Tento falar contigo, mas nao sei que te diga.
Tenho medo que nao queiras que eu diga nada.
Entao fico calada.
Dentro de mim existem palavras a serem ditas,
palavras ah espera de serem ouvidas.
Palavras que diriam o quanto te quero e sinto a tua falta,
e que te amo independentemente de quao destrocado o meu coracao esta.
E o quanto preciso de ti na minha vida.

Infelizmente,
essas palavras ate poderao ficar pra sempre trancadas no meu coracao...

As vezes questiono, se teras algumas no teu coracao tambem...

... mas eu nunca saberei.

Saudade... Apenas.

Saudade...
Eh sentir-te perto mesmo que longe.

relembrar o amargo, sorrindo pelo doce...

Eh o calor do abraco sentido...

Eh o gosto do beijo nunca beijado...

Saudade...

E ver-te partir sabendo que jamais vais...

Eh chorar.. sem lagrimas...

E perder-te e encontrar-te na minha memoria...

Eh dormir contigo mesmo quando nao estas.

Saudade...

Eh ver para alem do horizonte...

Eh sonhar com o presente...

Eh gritar o teu nome no espaco...

Eh ver-te sem aqui estares.

Saudade...

Eh querer o que um dia seguraste...

Eh desejar o que nunca sentiste...

Eh adorar o que nao tens...

Eh amar o que nunca tiveste...

Saudade...

In Love

I'd rather know someone imperfect perfectly than live in the illusion of love for someone that doesn't even exist.

Lem... xD

"For moral reasons... the world appears to me to be put together in such a painful way I prefer to believe it was not created... intentionally."

On a lighter note... :)

Let's face it --

English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
neither apple nor pine in pineapple.

English muffins weren't invented in England or French fries in France.
Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren't sweet, are meat.

We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don't fing, grocers don't groce and hammers don't ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn't the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn't it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend, that you comb through annals of history but not a single annal? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?
If teachers taught, why didn't preacher praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? If you wrote a letter, perhaps you bote your tongue?

Sometimes I think all the English speakers should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane. In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? Park on driveways and drive on parkways? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and wise guy are opposites? How can overlook and oversee be opposites, while quite a lot and quite a few are alike? How can the weather be hot as hell one day and cold as hell another.
Have you noticed that we talk about certain things only when they are absent? Have you ever seen a horseful carriage or a strapful gown? Met asung hero or experienced requited love? Have you ever run into someone who was combobulated, gruntled, ruly or peccable? And where are all those people who ARE spring chickens or who would ACTUALLY hurt a fly?
You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm clock goes off by going on.

English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn't a race at all). Thatis why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible. And why, when I wind up my watch, I start it, but when I wind up this essay, I end it.

Goodbye...

People share moments,

Bad, Good, Happy, Tough,...

And then they must part,

usually it's very rough.

Some die on you...

Some never "grow" on you...

But they always leave.

Some leave with grieve, some with deceive...

There is a feeling of sadness...
You remember all the time spent...

You feel like something takes over you, madness...

But what did they really meant?
Saying the words, "You Must Go On"

It's like you die but yet live on...

It's having the freedom

But nowhere to go, boredom.

How do you let go of meaning?
How can one ever STOP feeling?
Where's the line in love?
What's that you speak of?
We shared the joy and shared the pain

of several forgotten years

And as my heart recalls the joys...

My eyes recall the tears...

For although life is never perfect
And things were not quite right
It's better to love in silence
Than not be missed at night.

In our Great plans of future

there was a tiny flaw...
You grew to know me as no other

And rejected what you saw.

The rejection seems filled with uncertainty

Filled with incompetence and arrogance
How can you take Today away from me, romance,

When you have given my heart Infinity?
I feel that my profound words,

Will help someone, someday...

And now I leave them here;

I try to find my way.

The world just seems so small

So distant and obscure...

And my purpose here?
Became something so unsure.

Even far away, we were together

Young, we shared many tears...

You have promised me forever

You left me lonely to face the years!
Have I told you what I've seen?
Our unborn child in your eyes...

I've experienced your soul...

I've learned the feeling of the wise.

Today I take the quietness of a saddened heart

When life's not understood...

When things cannot be explaind

I cry, I just wish they could.

And you walk away

And you take my future too

But what hurts me most

Is the pain I feel, matters nothing to you.
I'm happy it happened,

I'm sorry it did not last...

Life is about choices..

You chose to be my Past.

And I wipe away my tears,

And I give a big sigh...

You took away, with you, my fears;

It's time to say: Goodbye.

Snow Patrol Run Lyrics

:'(

I Love This Song... *sigh*

Story...

Since young I knew you existed
That someday we would finally meet…
Little I knew, about it being this twisted
And the story turning so bittersweet.
I was never blind by you
Although, I was a dreamer…
A dreamer of something anew,
An Idea bigger than you and I;
I didn’t aim for the sky,
I did dream much, much higher.
And at one point I sat there
Waiting for change…
You did become very strange…
And the person you were? Nowhere!
I looked around, where was everyone?
Nowhere to be found, gone,
Just like you, my friends became unknown
And there I was, in a world all alone.
I managed to yell and cry
So many times, it became too often
3 years have passed by
And my pain? It has never soften.
I grew into this sarcastic bitch
Ready for my story to go on…
Open wounds, not even one stitch
In this everlasting battle, nobody won.
I did not just lose you to time…
I have lost my heart, my life, my soul,
I lost hope, myself: became a mime.
I lost the chance to see my story unroll.

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