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Has anyone asked you-the question which answers can warm your heart? Akash presents a story of inquisitive girl and a boy .A story of a hostile life. What was the twist in question that made the girl fall in love? I am sure the last sentence will bring a smile on your face Read and find it out!
about saying goodbye.
3 Chapter Novel About Young Women Who Has To Much To Deal With, And Has Pistanthrophobia(Fear Of Trusting Someone ).
So many individual are willing to become Achievers in life but few realize what and who an Achiever is. Some believe it takes having all the riches and wealth of this world but yet some have all these and achieve nothing in life. What characterizes the life of an Achiever? Is it the Money,...
12 beats upon the Rythmn
in a rope-a-dope style
erstwhile child of God Lyrical Miracle Mile
Eyes of mine see Horizons
witnessed Like a Jehovahs Witness
sitting in a pew made for movement
Doing Gods work behind the wheel
steel radial player tho'
make you look at collar rank
Two teens a boy named Ryu and a girl named Bell both try to commit suicide, but something odd happens instead that may make them rethink suicide.
For him :) For the risks. For time. For the dare :P Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me when time has passed and all that there's left of me will be my aching soul? Please, feel free to comment what you think and on how I am able to improve my...
By Sabareesh Narayanan
this is same as any lost love poem you have read
only difference is this for my angel.hoping to see her again
About lies told.
By Silver 84
Th rain outside my window today inspired this poem. I love the rain :)
Poetry | Updated Jun 6, 2013 | Reads: 23 | Comments: 9 | Likes: 10
And I care
If you stare
Because I'm still crying
I'm still lying
Your isn't on the shelf.
I hate that you see me fallin' apart
Because you made it start.
By Maximum Red
this poem becomes a bit of a ramble but i like it and its felling of a new begining
For those who feel invisible and wish they were seen
By Mr Ezimuor
My son your daddy is thousand miles away from home sitting here in empty home thinking how I fought a war with broken hands and soul.