How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for te are pure,but I don't know if te feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my cuore broken again da a person I trust
The other part wants te più than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The domanda I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how te feel,cause te are driving me crazy
Stopping da Woods on a Snowy Evening
da ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his imbracatura bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
da ROBERT FROST
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and Frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his imbracatura bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
My dad is dead.
My mom is in prison.
and me,siting alone
in the darkness.
so don't even bother with me.
I cry in the dark da my brother.
He says will mom ever come back.
i detto no she'll never forgive us.
my brother's eyes fill with tears
my life is now useless for all i know
i sit there sighing and breathing heavily
as the smoke of the city streets fills my lungs
i soon become weak
i lay on the stine cold gravel
some say im dying
and others say i was supposed to die
where does the life start
and the hoplesness end?
where do the fun times
dissapear to?
why can't i look into your eyes
and see your happiness?
why do te have to steal mine?
the answer to these domande are simple
te have no Amore for me
yet te lead me on,
pretend te do
te want me i know,
but for what?
the happiness
i can not see in your eyes
is not because its not there
but because te suck mine away.
te leave my eyes dull and empty
shadows of what i once was
the person i long to be now
one of the loved
-Megan
and the hoplesness end?
where do the fun times
dissapear to?
why can't i look into your eyes
and see your happiness?
why do te have to steal mine?
the answer to these domande are simple
te have no Amore for me
yet te lead me on,
pretend te do
te want me i know,
but for what?
the happiness
i can not see in your eyes
is not because its not there
but because te suck mine away.
te leave my eyes dull and empty
shadows of what i once was
the person i long to be now
one of the loved
-Megan
And the pretty still calm lake.
The calm wind blowing in my face.
Oh, look two young deer having a race.
Look at those bees in a beehive up in that tree.
While a farfalla perches on my knee.
The sweet smell of dozens of fresh flowers.
Look!
A beautiful rose!
And a small blue bird.
There it goes.
As I hum, the mockingjay is my echo.
Oh no it’s ALMOST time to go.
The erba is as green and fresh as lime.
As I look at my watch wondering if it’s time to go.
Sadly, yes it’s time.
As I watch from a distance a orso behind a albero scratching it’s back.
Uh-oh I think it’s going to attack!
I go run away.
Hoping I can come back another day.
The forest is sometimes dangerous, but it’s beautiful, calm, and quiet.
But I wish I didn't have to say goodbye this way. :(
