what a stupid! love! love! love! "i amor love" "everybody needs to be a lover" "true love" all those stupid words! "bla bla bla"
amor is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , you can't even define it. you know why? because it isn't there! that's why you can't say i am in amor and say the same word after two years or two days.
you see, if it worked with your lover, you 'll say you loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
you are all stupid, lovers!
you aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
you may not believe me now, but you will, in few years in your life.
amor is a legend.
amor is a legend, there's nothing u can call it "love" , you can't even define it. you know why? because it isn't there! that's why you can't say i am in amor and say the same word after two years or two days.
you see, if it worked with your lover, you 'll say you loved each other, and if it didn't work, you'll say it wasn't love!!!
you are all stupid, lovers!
you aren't even "lovers"
because "lovers" is a word from "love" and love's a legend.
when i heard this once when i was young, i didn't believe it.
but know i believe it's the truth, and there's nothing else truth.
you may not believe me now, but you will, in few years in your life.
amor is a legend.
My type of emotions conveys
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My poesia has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
onto how i'm really feeling inside,
my thoughts mainly consist on the
back-ground of my poetry.
As my addictive persona
starts to silhouette every-
word that i've written out
the nature of my emotions
starts to unravel at every-
line,
My poesia has a piece
of imagination within it-
self, the artwork of
each line has it's own
significant meaning.
Where the beauty is
that's where the poetry
lives, it lives within my soul,
as i carry each and every-line
with care, i start to share a
piece of me inside every-
lyrical line that i compose.
of your destiny
are dreams
that still shine
in the haze
of your memories.
These dreams
are so distant
and invisible,
though your eyes
still stare into them.
Everything is so foggy
like your thoughts.
You sit alone
trying to reach that
small piece of happiness,
trying to find
a purpose of life.
Dreams that still
live in you
are smothered by
the cruel reality.
But, they still live
inside,
feeding the memories,
reviving the soul.
Dreams,
even if they are
condemned to oblivion,
live within your heart,
in hope,
in remembrance,
shining in
the haze of
your memories.
Everyone was composição literária it down on their calenders as alerts of it popped up on the news, internet, and in big bold letters, on a newspaper! The time has come for it to be known to mankind and liked! The movie, Brenda and Luci's Night, was premiering on that weekend, the 25th of November.Everyone wanted to see it! There had been commercials of it since August, and the stars had been anxious. Speaking of the "stars" Whose names were Hillisia Jones, and Ponya Kricketiz. They were bff's since the kindergarten, and now they were in 7th grade. They auditioned for the movie without the other knowing! They were astounded when they learned they were auditioning for the same movie. They were mad, but when Ponya got the letter she was Brenda, and Hillisia was Luci, they were overjoyed, and began screaming with cheers! Now they were in New York being filmed for the movie... wait for more!
