Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad. Show all posts

Sunday, January 23, 2011

My romance is not.........

My romance is not hard or odd.
Since I've got it to give.
It's here for you...
And ...it lives.

My romance is not a part time job.
Full time!
You-are-on-my-mind.

You've got to know...
My romance is not hard or odd.
You've got to know...
My romance is not a part time job.
You've got to know...
I'll sweat.
Because I can't let you go!

My romance is not a part time job.
And I'll sweat.
Because I can't let you go!

My romance is not hard or odd.
My romance is not a part time job.
My romance is coming from my heart.
And I'll sweat!
Since I can't let you go!

My romance is not hard or odd.
My romance is not a part time job.
My romance is coming from my heart.
And I'll sweat!
Since I can't let you go!

And I'll sweat!
Since I can't let you go!
Love You...♥♥

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Sad_Love.

The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else.
Source Unknown


If you love me, let me know. If not, please gently let me go.
Source Unknown


If you love me, let me know. If not, please gently let me go.
Source Unknown


The hottest love has the coldest end.
Socrates


Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.
Curtis Judalet


Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Bette Davis


I self destruct every relationship so that i don't get hurt... but in truth i just hurt myself worse in the long run..
Source Unknown


Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.
Source Unknown


I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too.
Chloe Woodward


Friends will keep you sane, Love could fill your heart, A lover can warm your bed, But lonely is the soul without a mate.
David Pratt


Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare