my silent love

Lost!dOg

United States

silent love

May 11, 2009

To love you in silence, is to watch you while you sleep.

And pray to the lord up above, your heart i could forever keep.

To love you in silence, is to think of you everyday.

Hoping you'll soon understand, all that I have to say.

To love you in silence, is to glance into your hazel eyes.

Wishing it was us you see, while holding back my silent cries.

To love you in silence, is to memorize your smile.

It always seems to take the pain away, at least for a little while.

To love you in silence, is to close my eyes and see your face.

While hoping and praying, that one day I'll take her place.

To love you in silence, is to hold my pillow at night.

Wishing it was you, making love to me under the moon light.

To love you in silence, is to sit back and see.

If there's a possibility, you could be silently loving me!!!!

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07:30 PM May 11 2009
pizzachuwave Thailand	wow~i got this feeling

07:30 PM May 11 2009

pizzachuwave
Thailand

wow~i got this feeling

10:30 AM May 11 2009
djensy509 French Guiana	r-tuyt

my favorite

November 25, 2008

Know Why the Caged Bird Sings

The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and is tune is heard
on the distant hillfor the caged bird
sings of freedom

The free bird thinks of another breeze
an the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing

The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

Maya Angelou