L’ homme fragile qui déambule comme un débile aux bras d’une gitane, succombe et se transforme en un âne.
Un regard séducteur, des jupons de bohème, un sourire ensorcelant et une senteur enivrante
Elle est un dangereux animal, et de ça toute la ville en parle.
Elle est n’est pas si tendre, il le sent.
Mais au piege il se fit prendre…
She is that kind of woman.
Full of imagination and
always, in state of meditation.
So Quiet at times, but thinking
thoughtful thoughts.
She is that kind of woman,
so deep, so spirited, so focused;
you can not bother her existence.
She is that kind of woman with
eyes so piercing and obscure,
but inspiring love and kindness.
She is that kind of woman,
you can not figure out and
You will never figure out.
She is that kind of woman
with an inviting smile, but
a smoking hot brain.
And she cries…
Dark like a crow
Tears that flow.
Lost in the unknown
Oven of the darkest souls.
There is No upcoming rainbow
Only troubles and deep sorrows.
I SHALL NOT LOSE MYSELF BECAUSE I LOST YOU,
YOU JUST DIDN’T KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVED YOU.
I SHALL NOT PUT MY SOUL IN DEEP SORROW AND DESPAIR,
SUCH PUNISHMENT WOULD BE UNCLEAR AND WAY TOO UNFAIR.
I SHALL NOT MISS THE HEAVENLY TASTE OF YOUR SWEET LIPS,
EVEN IF I HAVE TO BE THROWN IN HELL AND ITS ABYSS.
I SHALL NOT FEAR THE COLD GLARE OF MY HAUNTED BED.
ALL I SHALL DO IS PRAY TO RA MY SHEPHERD.
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Make me taste that sweet fruit, that one there… that I am dying to feel right under my teeth.
Take me to heaven with your sweet kisses,before I pass out looking at you licking your lips.
Grab my butt, throw me on the kitchen counter and bite me where you know I love.
I might emit painful screams, but never mind it is just ecstasy.
Darling boy, you know I love your sweet love bites,
you know I love to see your sexy and mischievous smile.
I love even more all these tongues actions when you are horny.
My sexy beast, Dracula ain’t got nothing on your virility.
You got that arsenic that only cure.
You know I don’t mind a few hickeys there and there.
so come leave your precious marks in my flesh.
Such a tease you are, but I adore the trail of bites you leave on my cheeks.
My sweet little monster, let us make that vampire type of love,
You so know how to turn me on with these sweet love bites of yours.
You seem so dangerous but so alluring,
But all I want is to follow you in your abyss.
So Red So Hot, should I be afraid or thrilled..
You, awake all the demons from the roots of hell.
Sour poison that I needed and waited for so long
don’t know if I can continue resisting to your venomous charm.
Lead me to ur secret garden or I will slowly die if you fade away .
You are perfect they kept saying, if only you knew how much they loved you…
You thought they just wanted to make you believe what you wanted…
Deeply you wished, it was true… Oh how you wanted it to be real..
They kept saying ”you are perfect”, to make you feel good… but they didn’t understand.
The more lies, the more pain and frustration. The only sight of your own face was driving you crazy.
They kept saying ”you are perfect”, you don’t need to change , but they couldn’t change your pain into joy.
They kept saying you are the way God intended you to be, but they couldn’t stop you from hating your self.
They kept saying ”you are doing too much” because They couldn’t see the tears behind the smiles.
They said you were perfect until the last moment, until they threw the last handfuls of sand on your coffin.
It Is like a masquerade party. You get to wear a mask to hide your face, and that is what depression makes you do.
There is nothing prideful in being an unhappy person in this world.
There is nothing joyful in feeling like you don’t have your place or Won’t find happiness in this biggg world.
There Is nothing peaceful in being one of these people who live with the fear of not seeing tomorrow.
These People sometimes have everything or are struggling financially, emotionnaly, physically With no hope of seeing a better day.
No One Can ever guess the burden of pains and thoughts they carry on their heart, their shoulders and their back.
They are the one, friends turn to, when they need a good laugh or a good advice.
They are the silliest and sweetest persons you will ever meet, but also the loneliest and tourmented one and That you do not know.
A comforting word, a smile, a tap on the shoulder is enough to make them cry ten thousand rivers.
Depression turns people’s lives into a masquerade. It makes them hide their True feelings in shame, fearing to be judged and misunderstood.
They are the one who one day, didn’t opened their eyes because they slashed open their veins or took one too many pills.
Depression knows no good. It turns happiness into sorrow, laughter into cries and bad memories into haunting thoughts.
At a masquerade party, everyone dresses up and wears a beautiful, mask but do you know what is behind the mask?? Can You guess the ugliness hidden behind this attractive facade??
Don’t be fooled by their great humor!! don’t play that game. Don’t reproach them to be ingrateful, vain or egoist because others have problems worse than theirs.
Every one suffer his pain. Different pains, but same heartache. Don’t be a asshole!! if you know someone wearing a mask. Please help take it off. Don’t let the masquerade go on.
I came from a far away land
Just To see your face again.
I opened the door to your room
But all I found was dust and gloom.
I followed the path that you left behind
Hoping To see you and catch your hands.
I walked and run a thousand Miles
Just to see your perfect smile
Oh Dear Where can you be
All I can hear now is my heart beat.
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