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Stab in the Back.

Stab in the Back. Well this happens a lot in your life.. When u least expect it, You get a stab in the back. The one you love the most, Doesn't hesitate to attack. Realization hits you, And just in

Would Love To Love You

Would Love To Love You Would Love To Love You I Would Love To Love You But I Have No Choice So Much I Want To Speak About But Can't Find My Voice Into My Life You Came And Taught Me How To Dream Yo

An Empty Moment In Time

An Empty Moment In Time Time...u just dun know..... This empty moment in time so vacant so droll an effort even to smile time seems to crawl Empty laughter, empty words empty look and empty talk al

Death

Death (This article has been read 76 times) Posted by vibhor on February 28, 2003 (Friday) One of my poems a bit sad so dont get aggitated but thats me.... I'm the prisoner of paradise With my arm

I Look for

I Look for Lookin for.... I look for someone not to share my dreams, But to create new ones and make them true. I look for someone not to fulfill my life, but to make it that which I have never dre

where are those happy days.

where are those happy days. where are those happy days...do i miss them... Where are those happy days full of our kiddish ways with no thought for tomorrow and no cause for sorrow those days gone

The End

The End One of my further more senti poems.... Trusted me and opened up he said we're friendz forever. But I always had a doubt, About where exactly we stood. Was it for the time being, Or was it to

Life is a cape of dreadfulness and hope.

Life is a cape of dreadfulness and hope. Well guys although im new here this thing was written probably four years back when i had a bad fight with my family and got depressed and thought to take out

Heart Vs Brain

Heart Vs Brain This is a small yet never ending and not complete discussion between the heart and the brain so if u think you believe in what i say here just let ure messages come in i wanna know wha

The Setting Of The Sun

The Setting Of The Sun Nothing much to say about this one... The sun is setting, an orange orb, once hot. The birds stop their incessant chatter, the wind slows to a stop, Nature herself waits in ac

Death Again