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I've painted the memory of your coming with my crayons, and crossed out the path of your leaving. There's no one to dictate life to me, correct my mistakes, cross out my wrong days, and make me to write down my experiences ten times. The geography of your being has covered the outline of the sea. The fish can't reach your whereabout, let alone I. whenever I put pen to paper, my pen point used to break. And now with the least remembrance of you, my heart breaks… come and swear by my life, that you will always stay by my side. |
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ساعت 7:6 PM توسط samira |
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I don't know what to say to you, what to write to you. Which tribe of love are you from? Who are you that your voice turns my fall into spring, breaks the glassy silence of the night, and sings a lullaby to the stars till morning. This is the tone of your voice that makes my pen dance. With you, my thought overflows with goodness. Your voice releases the bird of my heart from the cage of sorrow, and makes it fly in your affection garden. Come… |
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ساعت 7:39 PM توسط samira |
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Dear If I could collect all the roses and all the flowers so beautiful in bloom, I would stuff them all into a box, and I'd wrap them and send them to you. If I could collect all the mountains With their peaks so beautiful and high, I'd stuff them into this same box, Sent to you with so much love from I. |
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ساعت 5:59 PM توسط samira |
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My friend, maryam I love you and I miss you at this moment. It feels as though my heart has been torn out and has gone missing. It feels as though I am lost and alone all of a sudden. And that my world is upside down and inside out. I need to write you this morning and tell you how impossible it is for me to ever stop thinking of you. I just can't ever stop thinking about you, even if I were to try my very hardest (but of course… I don’t want to because I ALWAYS LOVE thinking about you!!!).
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ساعت 8:45 AM توسط samira |
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Dear daddy I always hold you close inside my heart. Like my heart, you are a part of me. One of the requirements I need to be alive. My words could never tell you or even begin to describe the feelings I hold inside my heart for you. With every breath I breathe, and every day I live, I only feel more in love with you. You belong deep inside my heart. As each day comes and goes you mean more and more to me. Having you as my father is so special that I would not change it for anything in the world. You are the reason I live, breathe, love and laugh. You mean everything to me. |
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ساعت 8:38 AM توسط samira |
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صفحه نخست پست الکترونیک آرشیو |
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Name :Samira
Age : 9teen Birthplace : The city of sorrow Father’s name : Endeavor Mother’s name : Affection Birthday : The day of misfortune Condition : Alone Crime : Having been born Conviction : Living |
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شهریور 1388 مرداد 1388 تیر 1388 آذر 1387 تیر 1387 اردیبهشت 1387 فروردین 1387 شهریور 1386 مرداد 1386 تیر 1386 خرداد 1386 فروردین 1386 اسفند 1385 بهمن 1385 آبان 1384 اردیبهشت 1382 |
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چرت و پرت عشقولانه هایی برای امام زمان اشعار عشقولانه what is a friend love letters To my dear Lee Young Aee To my friend Zahra فروش کامل جواهری در قصر To my beloved ones poem & lyric |
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