Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are anjos who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to mover on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I amor you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are anjos who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to mover on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I amor you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
friends Are Forever,so I thought.
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
friends don't back stab you.
friends don't talk behind your back or be pissed off at you when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all friends for never.
When we need to go back to being friends FOREVER!
All those pictures that I bought,now torn apart along with my broken heart.
I miss those hugs and laughs we use to share,because now they act like they don't care.
Now all we do is fight.
I wish God would give us some light,give me a solution to solve all this tension.
friends don't back stab you.
friends don't talk behind your back or be pissed off at you when they feel like it.
Nobody seems to care anymore.
Now girls are turning into whores.
All I know is that now we are all friends for never.
When we need to go back to being friends FOREVER!
This is written about the perfect silence only found in the dead of night, and the feelings it inspires.
The título comes from the descrição a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what you like or hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl
The título comes from the descrição a friend of mine gave when we were stuck in the middle of nowhere at midnight and I found it sort of beautiful.
Enjoy (I hope) :)
Weighted air and winking stars,
darkness draped, tension wrought.
This night, this hour, is ours.
Silence chimes unspoken thoughts
that choke my mouth.
Silver moonbeams in glittering outline
surround you, and in our youth
this night, this hour, we intertwine.
I'd amor to hear what you like or hate.
Thanks for reading.
DietCokeGirl