This poems (not written bởi me) are dedicared to my best Những người bạn who I missed very badly.
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was forever.
when I was in danger
bạn knew how to ease my fear,
bạn were always there to be my savior.
at first we were strangers,
until we became closer,
and now we are together.
but time flows like a river.
it became complicated and faster,
until we realized that we're older.
and that is what is keeping us apart,
I was here,
and bạn were there.
but I know we still care,
but our friendship slowly fades in the air,
how can it be so unfair?.
can "our past" be also called "our future?"
because I don't want to surrender
the memories we've shared together.
Source: Used To Be Close Friends, Apart, Missing bạn Poem about Những người bạn link
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
we've always been together,
we did everything with laughter,
we thought it was forever.
when I was in danger
bạn knew how to ease my fear,
bạn were always there to be my savior.
at first we were strangers,
until we became closer,
and now we are together.
but time flows like a river.
it became complicated and faster,
until we realized that we're older.
and that is what is keeping us apart,
I was here,
and bạn were there.
but I know we still care,
but our friendship slowly fades in the air,
how can it be so unfair?.
can "our past" be also called "our future?"
because I don't want to surrender
the memories we've shared together.
Source: Used To Be Close Friends, Apart, Missing bạn Poem about Những người bạn link
www.FamilyFriendPoems.com
A man is sitting with demons
Inside his head.
In this room of memories,
Only death breathes,
A man lives with gloom,
A man dies with sadness.
Inside his eyes ,
In that depth of blue terror,
Years of despair are seen,
Years of struggle are painted.
His life,
Cruel and lonely,
Was never a joy,
đắng, cay đắng and sad
This man lives with demons
Of past.
I can see the pain that
Is painted on his face,
Silhouettes of past that
Play this âm nhạc of terror,
I see only darkness and despair
Inside the eyes of a sad man.
This sadness is mine too,
This poem is written bởi the curse of
The children who will never meet happiness,
This poem is a poem of a sad man,
A man who sees nothing but greys.
true Những người bạn are hard to come by...
yet when bạn catch them bạn feel like bạn can fly...
bạn trust them,
tình yêu them,
and talk of future...
bạn know that they will never lie...
and tiếp theo to them bạn stand side bởi side...
bạn tình yêu them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when bạn know your important...
that bạn know bạn have some one to comfort you...
bạn hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Những người bạn are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
yet when bạn catch them bạn feel like bạn can fly...
bạn trust them,
tình yêu them,
and talk of future...
bạn know that they will never lie...
and tiếp theo to them bạn stand side bởi side...
bạn tình yêu them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when bạn know your important...
that bạn know bạn have some one to comfort you...
bạn hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Những người bạn are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
