Song blues...That moment when you hear a song that totally describes your OTP….Song blues... by preety-lady-serenity
But it’s in your native language
And no one would get it in your country. T.T
Little fluttering hearts.I am the woman that has 15 children.Little fluttering hearts. by preety-lady-serenity
Little fluttering hearts
That I juggle every day;
Each with its own sensitivity
Trembling in my palms.
There's pride in my eyes
When I see each fluttering heart.
Glimmers of uniqueness
Challenge to my core.
And when they learn
It's my sweetest victory;
My purpose in this world.
When as big thumping hearts
They will leave me
To take on life
To battle decay;
I will look back
When they were fluttering hearts
And smile and wave while a memory
Sleepless wrathI woke up againSleepless wrath by preety-lady-serenity
You plagued my dreams
With your visage
There's no God!
I refused to forget loving you
My body rebels in agony
When I am away from you.
I get twisted
I want to be free
But freedom is
There's no God!
I'm like a Madonna
With my chest open
With my beating heart
Open for the World to see.
I hate you!
Burn from my tears.
Set Me Free.
My other half.
Dear LastDear LastDear Last by preety-lady-serenity
How are you?
It's one of those days
Where the abuse does not matter.
I crave for you
Like an addict
Craves for his dose
A babe for its mother.
What was I again?
(But I worked like crazy!)
A horrible housewife.
(But a great cook.)
(Yes but it didn't matter at first.)
Those words do not seem to matter
For I'd drop everything once more
For one more kiss from you.
I hate myself for this addiction
I'll never let anyone
Invoke such feelings again.
You took my last heart.
Tomorrow I'll be ok.
The strong, powerful me.
That was born from that abuse
Will bury the need once again.
You're the Last.
Can't stand it anymoreIf you were a god, I'd pray to youCan't stand it anymore by AlBrolz
If you were devil, I'd sale my soul to you
But you're just a tall handsome guy
Who listens to Green Day
That makes me cry
While their Awoke Alone
Is playing in my headphones.
Who is melancholic and stands out
of the crowd
But cheers me up with his laugh
Who is tender as well as tough.
Who plays three instruments and feels the music deep,
And who probably has many secrets to keep
Who loves Edgar Poe and beautiful gloomy views,
Who draws tatoos, pentagrams and wolves
and watches Discovery
Whose silent voice charmes me
like magic spells
And who understood me like nobody else.
But we are apart
And when he decided to start,
I didn't believe,
And never more I receive
His invitations for the date.
Oh, does he love or hate?
Is it already late?
For I know that only He would understand
And together we would run a band
He would play and I would sing.
Maybe I must again make a phone ring...
Tis my eternal dream to be your muse
There is no reply and no excu
Dances: Swing and Greek dances|
Sings: Jazz and old Greek songs
Current passion: Waylon Smithers and Charles Montgomery Burns
Favourite song: When I am 64 by the Beatles