He always says love is a confusing thing,
But he’s the only one confused.
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He always says love is a confusing thing,
But he’s the only one confused.
How would you tell someone that he’s making you sad?
Here’s a poem I wrote about clock ticking
Hope you like it :)
In the dark of night, in the dark silence,
The sound of the clock ticking, penetrating into my soul.
Like a mysterious melody, giving me a moment of sobriety,
The clock invents time, between two worlds.
The soft second voice, unlimited creativity,
The watch tells stories, leads to unlimited journeys.
With every passing minute, I'm not alone,
The watch is a faithful friend, which lights my way in the dark.
With its small voice, the clock speaks to me,
Seconds pass, come and go quickly.
Time begins to spread, spread through my fingers,
The watch reminds me that every moment is precious and precious.
Between tick-tick and tick-tock, time is jagged,
An unforgettable journey takes place in the changing hours.
The clock is ticking, reminding me of the secret truth,
That life passes like a light wind, in sweet time.
And I concentrate, invest in every precious moment,
The clock is ticking, reminding me not to give up.
Because in the small time, from moment to moment,
I understand that life is a huge and precious value.
So keep walking, focus on every moment,
The clock is ticking, time flies.
Don’t you ever forget
Here is a poem I wrote about clock ticking
Hope you like it :)
In the dark of night, in the dark silence,
The sound of the clock ticking, penetrating into my soul.
Like a mysterious melody, giving me a moment of sobriety,
The clock invents time, between two worlds.
The soft second voice, unlimited creativity,
The watch tells stories, leads to unlimited journeys.
With every passing minute, I'm not alone,
The watch is a faithful friend, which lights my way in the dark.
With its small voice, the clock speaks to me,
Seconds pass, come and go quickly.
Time begins to spread, spread through my fingers,
The watch reminds me that every moment is precious and precious.
Between tick-tick and tick-tock, time is jagged,
An unforgettable journey takes place in the changing hours.
The clock is ticking, reminding me of the secret truth,
That life passes like a light wind, in sweet time.
And I concentrate, invest in every precious moment,
The clock is ticking, reminding me not to give up.
Because in the small time, from moment to moment,
I understand that life is a huge and precious value.
So keep walking, focus on every moment,
The clock is ticking, time flies.
Don’t you ever forget.
Primavera 1482 by Sandro Botticelli.
Stupid adults. Think we're not doing good enough.
Woman with a Parasol - Madame Monet and Her Son - Claude Monet (1875)
Red blends beautiful with black and the red roses blend great with white.
i'm a moon wishing to be a sun, and you're a sun wishing to be a moon
Everything feels the same, or is it just me ...?
The best thing is that I was separated from my previous class, luck was on my side
YOU KNOW ITS A LONG STORY…
Turns out I need to wear glasses, last week I was at the doctor's he gave me a number.
I hate school, everything is the same
Sometimes paintings look like another colorful picture to us, but inside you can discover a whole world
I want to write a book. In any genre that exists. A book that describes me, my feelings. Such a book I want to write.
I'm thinking about the future again, very intriguing to know.
The questions repeat themselves 'What shall I do?' Or 'What will my children look like?'
I hope they will be nice ... :)