thoughts from a tired heart
somedays i stand under an open sky
wondering why with this tired heart
do i feel like my hands are tied
when i get no answer, i cry
i actually did cry :(. but everything is ok now.
wondering why with this tired heart
do i feel like my hands are tied
when i get no answer, i cry
i actually did cry :(. but everything is ok now.
lovely tones.......
shabash
Posted by
3rd avenue |
9:29 PM
The pics were short of a song to be perfect.
Posted by
Punk Dervish |
2:27 AM
but again...
my life can never be the same as in your photograph,
my smile can never be the same as in your dreams,
don't relive my memories,
they never will be worth it,
my feelings can never be felt,
speaking in your defense
Posted by
Punk Dervish |
2:28 AM
that open sky
that lost expression
those soring eyes. very poetic images.
:) lovely!
Posted by
flick |
1:50 PM
byt why cry ..???
Enjoy every moment of life as it comes to you…. My believe is, that life is divided in stages/theater. Don’t be concerned about the future and forget past
JB
Posted by
Anonymous |
3:07 AM
hiba: thank you :D
punk dervish: compose something! you play the guitar right? and then send it to me :D. lol
flick: :D
JB: i'm curious to know who you are. the weirdest thing is that my dad's initials are the same, and he uses them frequently. lol anyway, thanks for dropping by and appreciating my work :). i shall take your advice on that. take care!
Posted by
Natasha |
8:17 PM
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