found this poem in cari.com ..very nice..been looking for this kind of poem for soo long10 things i hate about u
I hate the way you talk to meAnd the way you cut your hairI hate the way you drive my carI hate it when you stareI hate your big dumb combat bootsAnd the way you read my mindI hate you so much that it makes me sickIt even makes me ryhmeI hate the way you're always rightI hate it when you lieI hate it when you make me laughEven worse when you make me cryI hate the way you're not aroundAnd the fact that you didn't callBut mostly I hate the way I don't hate youNot even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. ** auch....that hurts... a LOT
found this from forum.cari.com.mySIXTEEN :When you're on the phone with them late at night and they hang up, you still miss them even when it was justtwo minutes ago.FIFTEEN:You read their Texts and Ims Over and over again.FOURTEEN:You walk really slow when you're with them.THIRTEEN:You feel shy whenever they're around.ELEVEN:When you think about them, your heart beats faster but slower at the same time.TEN:You smile when you hear their voice.NINE:When you look at them, you can't see the other people around you, you just see him/her.EIGHT:You start listening to slow songs while thinking about them.SEVEN:They're all you think about.SIX:You get high just from their scent.FIVE:You relize you're always smiling when you're looking at them.FOUR:You would do anything for them, just to see them.THREE:While reading this, there was one person on your mind this whole time.TWO:You were so busy thinking about that person, you didnt notice number twelve was missingONE:You just scrolled up to check & are now silently laughing at yourself.
Please tell me
How did you do it
When you touched me
At the deepest pit
You touched it slowly
You stroked it gently
You kissed me from afar
And make me flying high
I guess you never bothered
Or just too busy to realize
But the sparks you lighted
I hope it will everlast
along this journey of life, sometimes we meet ppl tht we thought will change our life..
the one tht we can hold on to during our ups and downs..
the one who will always be the shoulder for us to cry on..
the one who we thought is the one made for us in heaven..
the one who will cherish our days till the end..
n it is painful to know that
we are just another person in his life..
and he is just trying to be nice..
what a waste..
for all the time I spent on him..
for all the feelings I reserved for him..
for all the hopes I have in him..
for all the dreams I built with him..
its now the time to move on..
forget the past ..and carry on..
the scars will remind us to be careful..
the memories will remind us to be greatful..
the dreams will bloom to keep us cheerful.. and to learn that life is such a handful..
this is a sign that we are just a humble human..
and that we have not been forgotten..
for Lord chose us for this cruel test...
so that we know that we are blessed