By an old window from the pastI believe she still stares frequently   Remnants of my remaining memoryStill in pursuit, crashing evidently   Cracking curtains shackle no moreDoorknobs broke bad, permanently   There's no spring no winter no moreMy soul burst out loud, cried openly    "Liar," says the wind in her defenseTo...

Dreaming Broken Heart Written by Rana M  The turbulence of desires in my wounded heartThe veins are filled with the cruel agonizing pain She was the one I had been dreaming of all alongIt only takes a while though to be called an insane Desperate wishes smeared by arrows...

"Taste of travel" is an awesome feeling. The taste of travel is the key to your journeys. Adventure is Travel, and traveling is passion. Passion by travel explains the true taste of travel. To find out " TRAVEL MORE". I have figured the more I...

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Release your spirits Towards my soul To bathe your life With the hopes Of my love And kill all fears Of your heart And kiss me with The sip of your breath Hug me tight with Flowing movements Touching & sharing My tears explode Rushing across For you Searching……. Trapped beauty With dreams of mine Together down through Dance across In gentle warmth Of your body Lips...

Kept me captivated through entirelyYou promised to take away my painRinging bells have fooled me brilliantlyPrisoner to my fate, I cried over again A single moment of happiness a dreamAn honest hug could drive me insanePerplex sorrows in contrived emotionsMy heart cried oceans I can't explain But...

Nobody else has done itCan only tell you one thingMy love for you is trueNow I feel we’re destinedI’ve lost my flipping’ mindBaby, you do own my heartWe’ll never ever be apartIt was written in the starsNobody else will doThe very being of my soulMy...

On a beautiful Sunday morning snow is falling from heaven and ………. in that cold, very cold morning you are standing besides me My eyes are stagnant My heart is burning And trying to reach you Out of all curiosity It touches you and asks...

Blown embers crackling, a soul burning in hell Of falling and burning, in shape and in sense Then an act of love, to live for above and beyond The sky which is strange, the present lives to show She is trying to explore, the future is an invention Waiting there...

Bragged about all those years, whispered in my earsDragged back where they belong, my poor dreamsStruck lost in the middle of nowhere, standing stillFar beyond the valley, my screams were once heard Hopes before they dry out the land of wild sorrows Leaning back hard running over...