TimeThere is only a few hour until I will see you nextI should sleep but I can notTime is moving at a pace that I do not likeIf I could make time move faster I wouldBut I am not that strongI am only strong enoughWhen I am with youI love you
I MISS YOUwhen I am not with youI am emptyI am alonethe only thing that keeps me goingis the knowledge that I will see againwith the coming daybut on this day i am sadfor it is the weeks end and we will be apartfor so much longerbut i am happy that on this one weekend we willbe togetherLove from Ryan
When We Kiss...When we kiss, time goes awayWhen we kiss, I feel completeWhen we kiss, nothing else matters
Mia Nihta Yemati HromataΜια Νύχτα Γεμάτη ΧρώματαΉταν εκεί,Η βροχη δεν τον σταμάτησε.Στεκόταν απ' έξω,Κοιτούσε την πόρτα του καφέ,Την σκεφτόταν.Μετά από ώρες περπάτημα,Ήταν εκεί,Την ίδια ώρα,ΑναρρωτιότανΑν εκείνη είν
I'm A RoseI'm A Rose,If it is to hold me tighttake care,choose the right point,cause I have thorns.I'm A Rose,Don't cut me,because I'll die.
What I Need?What I Need?Flowers, Chocolate and Love.
MessagesIt started with a text,from him.My heart skipped a beat;every time my eyes,skimmed over that message.Hello,he said.Hi,I said back.The letters began to fly;we talked everyday.It started off,like a tingle.Then exploded;with every text.Saying cute little things,silly love poems.But,he was also there;for the bad times.Where I wanted to cry,he couldn't hold me.No,instead he made me laugh.Nervous.I didn't want to,say it first.Bad relationships in the past;flood my memories.Praying to God;that he isn't like him.But my phone,had the answer.His message,the letters burned in my head:I love you.We wanted to meet,but never had the time.Living two states away;it was impossible.Until that on winter day,when the snowwas just beginning to fall.Someone knocked on my door,I found him with a Christmas present.He stayed the week,lived like husband and wife.Meant to be;but he had to go home.Leaving me alone on News Years,pain filled my heart.I felt alone,
I'm not telepatheticI'm not telepatheticand you aren't too,because you would knowand you wouldn't be angry with me.Therefor, you're thinking of me too.
Becoming Your GoddessYou have sculptor's handsand my flesh becomes the claywithin your touch, as youshape my Willendorf curvesI become your Venus.Hold me now like yourPersephone, who waversupon the precipice of this lifeand the netherworld, on the verge,of being ripped away intoeternities of darkness.Your fingers flirt with harp stringslike sweet Orpheus, speakingthe secret language of my heart,and I know you would playthe hymns to sing me backinto your arms.
HerI feel everything and nothingAll at the same timeWhen I am around youWhen I am away from youI only feel nothingI long to be with youWhen I am notWhen I am with youI want time to stopSo I can stay with you foreverI love you!