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People run away from things. Things that scare them. Things that they donβt like. And the things that they love. But what happens when the person youβre running away from chases after you? The person you love, and have loved since you've known love chooses to follow you to the end of the earth. But do I run towards the guy I love? No I run away.
dear's... how are you...? hear i am wrote some poems for me... about you you love you with your pick up... and love your self... with lovengly... madley... try nice of love... ++otteri selvakumar
Forgers, men with the power to create and shape metal to their will have scattered across the world ever since the year of the argent flame. Bewitchers, women bearing a curse plague the forgers into immense pain whenever they use the power. 47 years after the year of the argent flame, Axev, a young man with a passion for forging falls under the curse. He seeks to lift it but fate pulls its tangled strings and drags him along broken roads and splitting paths.
This is some pretty random poetry... but so dramatic! Here are some of the most dramatic poems I ever said (or thought of!). Maybe you could use these poems to express your feelings.
From birth to death and whimsy fantasies, a handful of words is an attempt to describe the worlds that I envision. Some people refer to what I write as being poetry. I just call it my thoughts upon the page.
It is a trilingual short story written in English, Indonesian, and Javanese.
People run away from things. Things that scare them. Things that they donβt like. And the things that they love. But what happens when the person youβre running away from chases after you? The person you love, and have loved since you've known love chooses to follow you to the end of the earth. But do I run towards the guy I love? No I run away.
dear's... how are you...? hear i am wrote some poems for me... about you you love you with your pick up... and love your self... with lovengly... madley... try nice of love... ++otteri selvakumar
Forgers, men with the power to create and shape metal to their will have scattered across the world ever since the year of the argent flame. Bewitchers, women bearing a curse plague the forgers into immense pain whenever they use the power. 47 years after the year of the argent flame, Axev, a young man with a passion for forging falls under the curse. He seeks to lift it but fate pulls its tangled strings and drags him along broken roads and splitting paths.
This is some pretty random poetry... but so dramatic! Here are some of the most dramatic poems I ever said (or thought of!). Maybe you could use these poems to express your feelings.
From birth to death and whimsy fantasies, a handful of words is an attempt to describe the worlds that I envision. Some people refer to what I write as being poetry. I just call it my thoughts upon the page.
It is a trilingual short story written in English, Indonesian, and Javanese.