Pomana Sorin

Why do i feel obligated by the society to crave that feeling, a so-called pure and perfect feeling. Can we even have something so pure? Do we even deserve it? It seems it brings us most

yes, i miss talking to you while staring into your eyes just standing together while we laugh all the time to feel your heart betting near to mine kissing like it\'s for the first

We are different, there is not politically correct in man-woman relationships. No man would bother if they wouldn\'t know or hope they could get a woman attention...and no woman never

love is a passing feeling just like time is passing the unusual thing is that time... seems to stop around your presence so you see my love, life may be passing, but my heart will allways be

by letting you go your way, i feel i free my soul as well. it\'s time to go on with my life, free from the prison of your heart. i had linger enough over my feelings for you, though are deep,

\"i like you\" You laugh But i really like you It\'s not love, but it could be Case i like you a lot But you laugh, i laugh to, My heart is crying And that thing you do not see Case i say \"i

i write and i write i write some more and it seems like i lost something lost the reason i shed my first words but then i see your face,your smile.. and realise this words come from a place

i will never forget you your smile your eyes your touch you left deep scars on my soul you are like a disease whit no cure your marks are big and deep even if i try i cant get reed of

i can\'t read, i can\'t learn, i can\'t eat, i can\'t even breathe well. my thoughts are going to you and i stand hopeless here like a foul, knowing that you are far from my but so close