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It is a strange sort of pain
"to die of yearning for something you'll never experience"
Saturday, November 30, 2002
Friday, November 29, 2002
it doesn't matter if i wait endlessly for him to call
it doesn't matter if i wait endlessly for him to write a letter
it doesn't matter if i wait endlessly for him to show up here
it doesn't matter if i wait endlessly for him to say "i love you "
because
he never makes that call
he never writes that letter
he never comes here
and he never says "i love you"
but
i will wait endlessly for that call
i will wait endlessly for that letter
i will wait endlessly for him to come
i will wait endlessly to hear him say "i love you"
it doesn't matter if i wait endlessly for him to write a letter
it doesn't matter if i wait endlessly for him to show up here
it doesn't matter if i wait endlessly for him to say "i love you "
because
he never makes that call
he never writes that letter
he never comes here
and he never says "i love you"
but
i will wait endlessly for that call
i will wait endlessly for that letter
i will wait endlessly for him to come
i will wait endlessly to hear him say "i love you"
i don't care if monday's blue
tuesday's grey and wednesday too
thursday i don't care about you
it's friday i'm in love
monday you can fall apart
tuesday wednesday break my heart
thursday doesn't even start
it's friday i'm in love
saturday wait
and sunday always comes too late
but friday never hesitate...
i don't care if monday's black
tuesday wednesday heart attack
thursday never looking back
it's friday i'm in love
monday you can hold your head
tuesday wednesday stay in bed
or thursday watch the walls instead
it's friday i'm in love
( the cure)
ain't it friday?
tuesday's grey and wednesday too
thursday i don't care about you
it's friday i'm in love
monday you can fall apart
tuesday wednesday break my heart
thursday doesn't even start
it's friday i'm in love
saturday wait
and sunday always comes too late
but friday never hesitate...
i don't care if monday's black
tuesday wednesday heart attack
thursday never looking back
it's friday i'm in love
monday you can hold your head
tuesday wednesday stay in bed
or thursday watch the walls instead
it's friday i'm in love
( the cure)
ain't it friday?
Thursday, November 28, 2002
Wednesday, November 27, 2002
...If it weren't for your maturity none of this would have happened
If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself
If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and
If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much......(a m)
maturity.....!!!!
If you weren't so wise beyond your years I would've been able to control myself
If it weren't for my attention you wouldn't have been successful and
If it weren't for me you would never have amounted to very much......(a m)
maturity.....!!!!
Shall i compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possesion of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as man can breathe,or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
sonnet no.18 William Shakespeare
Thou art more lovely and more temperate
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possesion of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as man can breathe,or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
sonnet no.18 William Shakespeare
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