Hi, my name is Tamara. I'm from Belgium. So, maybe there are some mistakes in my poetry... hope you can forgive me :-) |
There is no wind, disturbing the water.
No sense of rain, sent by the Father...
Love, what does it mean?
A word so tender and so serene...
I need more time
To get over you...
Feelings... what are they for?
Feelings to cry, to hate and adore...
From the start, something about you caught my eye
And every time I think of you, I fly...
You always tell me
That I will never see you cry...
I can't imagine being with you,
Neither being without you...
A white rose
heavens desire...
Valentine's day...
Day of sorrow...
From the start, something about you caught my eye
And every time I think of you, I fly...
Love is like life... |
Listening to someone takes as long as pretending that you're listening... |