tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21960969865308917432024-03-13T14:03:15.579-07:00The Capricorn ZombieLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-59713276018673545272011-04-21T09:36:00.000-07:002011-04-21T09:36:16.477-07:00Rockstar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Being brought up in a music household, Rockstar was one of the titles which occupied my mind<br />
It later became a habit..singing in front of the mirror,imagining myself as a renowned Rockstar<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaca7Q0gdttFC9wz1CJx-UzsffdpgBtw-3sWJqlqHsexB7VuCmMe43ZgBr0IS2RbuUOSVsLykQLWQv2bK6PfXw7YUYU2_23zatl9-Ehhou4_xD6eQ3E3j3UHOGo4MIrBSX9GapjXLGk-0/s1600/198088_1833009592327_1453030634_1951657_6842599_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaca7Q0gdttFC9wz1CJx-UzsffdpgBtw-3sWJqlqHsexB7VuCmMe43ZgBr0IS2RbuUOSVsLykQLWQv2bK6PfXw7YUYU2_23zatl9-Ehhou4_xD6eQ3E3j3UHOGo4MIrBSX9GapjXLGk-0/s320/198088_1833009592327_1453030634_1951657_6842599_n.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Voila..Rockstar Lydia Charlotte Elvie..... :)<br />
<br />
Being a No.1 fan of Avril Lavigne, My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold, etc... I pride myself as 'The child of Rock' ... Long Live Rock</div>Lydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-53988353717841837582010-11-15T01:28:00.000-08:002010-11-15T01:28:47.596-08:00The Greatest Gift<span style="font-size: small;">I miss the loving and warm embrace</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And the happy feeling that flows whenever I see his face</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The soul kisses that we had shared</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Are signs which shows how much he cared</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I miss the times when he held me by the waist</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Bent his head down and kissed me with no haste</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The first day I saw him, he was on the point of fame</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>Only then do I realised we share the same traditional name<br />
I still remember the night he proposed<br />
Inspite of the winter chill, the shock made my hot blood rose<br />
Most people thought we won't last long<br />
Due to the ten years difference we had all along<br />
When I looked back, I'm surprised to see<br />
That we've passed the door of the 3rd year anniversary<br />
I remember our 3rd Valentine's Day<br />
Cos it marked the history of our Engagement Day<br />
I miss his voice calling me "Sweetheart"<br />
I cherish it as he has the purest of all hearts<br />
I hate the days we would have a big fight<br />
Though I knew that he was trying to make the wring things go right<br />
He's the only guy who showed me the true nature of love's being<br />
He taught me love is not only an emotion but a feeling<br />
I then learnt it flows like a never-ending pianissimo symphony<br />
And being so far from him is such an agony<br />
I miss the days we would both sit in silence<br />
Not finding any words necessary for love's conveyance<br />
Looking back to three years in the month of November<br />
The love in his eyes when he said the three magic words..I'll always rememberLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-17491224685512250032010-11-15T01:01:00.000-08:002010-11-15T01:01:03.072-08:00Things I Miss - V<span style="font-size: small;">I miss the irritating barks of the two dalmatians</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Named Sapphire, after the precious blue stone of the Egyptians</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And Petronus, after one of the great gods of Greek mythology </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> </span>I miss their continuous lickings whenever they're happy<br />
The sky reminds me of their beautiful sparkling blue eyes<br />
I can still hear their soprano cries<br />
The most annoying thing is to clear all the household accessories<br />
Once they are being freed as they break things with no apologies<br />
Pepe, on two feet, is tall enough to kiss us on the cheeks<br />
Phiphi, on the other hand, is curious and turns head at the sound of every creaks<br />
My parents love giving them toy bones and Pedigree<br />
Due to the high degree of sensitivity in their body<br />
Last I heard , they had been built a huge kennel<br />
Where they'd peep through the window and finally get settledLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-16148799367793111392010-11-15T00:44:00.000-08:002010-11-15T00:44:30.248-08:00Things I Miss - I V<span style="font-size: small;">My mother, at forty-seven is still a beauty</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She considers looking after us as her soulful duty</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">We can see the love in her eyes when she smiled</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And kept me company till I sleep when the night storms are wild</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Her whole body is filled with cute little freckles</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">She's still the most beautiful woman even with her growing wrinkles</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">People often tells me that I'm lucky </span>I didn't take after her skin<br />
But I feel sad, I wished I had a part of her within<br />
I'm glad to have brown eyes with a touch of hazel<br />
And my brunette hair which I inherited from my mother, the Angel<br />
The long, almost-pointy nose that I adore<br />
Is the feature which I exactly wanted, nothing more<br />
I remember the night she hugged me tight<br />
She whispered, " I'll call you up every night"<br />
I miss the days she'd dress me up<br />
Cos I'm only good at trying my hands on my eye make-up<br />
Last we spoke, she said she's still having problems with her thyroid<br />
I begged God, " She is still too young to be a victim of what we can't avoid "<br />
But I believe she will live long till the last sun rise<br />
And witness my children grow up before her eyesLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-8449909182889568462010-11-11T02:31:00.000-08:002010-11-11T02:31:55.454-08:00Things I Miss - III<span style="font-size: small;">Although I don't share much with the eldest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Who had been given the name Davis</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I miss his unnecessary criticisms</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And the way he talked with a few drops of sarcasms</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The days he'd let me do his household chores</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And promise me in return, to teach me some guitar chords</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I still have the image of him, sitting</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">On his desk with his laptop, studying!?? nah-uh..playing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I remember the days I'd give him lecture</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Saying that he was old enough to have a definite structure</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">He has such good hands with guitars but he doesn't have the interest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Which is strong enough to get him fully invest</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I heard from Mum that he graduated with A grade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I wonder how he did it with all the games he played</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But all thoughts of him being irresponsible started to stop</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">When he finally declared he wants a job</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Well..what can I say about the second eldest, Griffin</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Who chose not to inherit the name he was given</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">The polite, spectacled, tall and</span> different amongst us<br />
Every word he spoke would be strong as he is sonorous<br />
He might be fully matured but he loves cartoons<br />
As a kid, he got the nickname 'Daffy Duck' from Looney Toons<br />
He's creative and wanted to go for animation<br />
But Grandma disagreed and ruined his imagination<br />
He then wanted to become a computer engineer<br />
Believing that success is not something which is near<br />
I miss having him beside me, we would wrestle<br />
And when I played a sang, he would join me in with a whistle<br />
But never will I ride again on the back of his bike<br />
Cos it feels more like going on a hike<br />
We talked over the phone once a while<br />
Been two years since we met after he flew off to MaduraiLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-67874513959599525662010-11-04T11:35:00.000-07:002010-11-04T11:35:28.590-07:00Things I Miss - III miss my notorious big brother Eric<br />
With whom I lovingly share the name "Ly-ric"<br />
He would sing with all his might<br />
As if he was trying to wake the neighbours at night<br />
He looked me up as his big sister<br />
And ignored my words never<br />
When he comes back from our home in Shillong<br />
He'd sleep in my bed, holding me all night<br />
People thought we were fraternal twins<br />
As we're so close and no secrets in between<br />
When we were kids, we would buy the same clothes of different hues<br />
Mine were lighter shades of green and his were shades of blue<br />
But now, he is matured and has become a real man<br />
And now knows I'm not the one who's wearing pants<br />
The table has turned, he no longer fear my scolding<br />
I knew this was coming but I miss the feelingLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-74906435214803229932010-11-04T11:28:00.000-07:002010-11-04T11:28:33.110-07:00Things I Miss - ILife in Hyderabad is...well, awesome<br />
But sometimes it gets lonesome<br />
I miss the soft velvety touch<br />
That of my little white canine pooch<br />
Who barks and wags its tail<br />
Even when in life I fail<br />
The saddest thing that ever happened<br />
Are the things with which I let myself be burdened<br />
I'm proud to have my optimistic father<br />
Who would say, "Baby, don't let them bother"<br />
I miss his voice calling me 'Lilliput'<br />
Cos it rhymes with my name and the size of my foot<br />
He is only a small boy at heart<br />
But for his children s' success, he worked hard<br />
He is sad his sons do not have interest<br />
In the work that he so loved and digest<br />
I guess he sometimes wish his only daughter<br />
Would be a boy as I can share his laughter<br />
I remember the times we both watched the orchestra<br />
I'm glad I share his love for art and share the same genre<br />
I miss the days we would fight over the guitar<br />
Both quarreling it was our time to strum the bar<br />
I'm proud to have such a father so decent<br />
Who talks with his highly pure English accent<br />
Before leaving me alone here, he took my hand<br />
And said, "Baby, do not speak like American"<br />
I won't ever want to let him down<br />
He's the one held me up whenever I drown<br />
I remember the day I waved at him by the door<br />
He turned and smiled then headed for the airportLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-17654375308598980082010-10-31T00:03:00.000-07:002010-11-04T11:05:46.612-07:00Think back and see if I'm just a friend or moreA friend who always think of you hen she's dreaming<br />
Who bleeds when she imagines the girl you're holding<br />
And who feels broken when she knows you're falling<br />
Is the best you can find in this world while living<br />
<br />
A friend who holds you tight even when you are down<br />
Who knows all about you but never let you down<br />
Who secretly keeps and never reveals to town<br />
Is still the best thing that can happen on earth's bound<br />
<br />
A friend whom you can hug whenever you feel bad<br />
And kiss in order to feel better when you're sad<br />
And who misses you when things between you go bad<br />
Is not what mere friends would do even when they're sad<br />
<br />
She's more than just a friend if she does everything<br />
By now, you ought to know there is more than a thing<br />
You should have known she loves you more than anything<br />
She'll be the best girlfriend you can find in a beingLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-55230237134212514272010-10-30T23:44:00.000-07:002010-10-30T23:44:12.668-07:00My Make-Ups are more PreciousComing here, I got enchanted by silly infatuations<br />
Cried myself to sleep instead of conversations<br />
My black tears had fallen enough to make you drown<br />
The only thing that keeps me from falling is the ground.<br />
<br />
But man, I won't ever ruin my make-ups again<br />
They lasts longer than you do and doesn't give me pain<br />
They keep me pretty and keeps me up when I'm concious<br />
I won't ever cry again cos my make-ups are more precious<br />
<br />
I don't know, if this is what the so-called attitude is<br />
I hate when my lipgloss fades away when you kiss<br />
You should know you don't deserve anything from me<br />
You've upsetted me enough to face the miser me<br />
<br />
You should well know, my tears comes with my hard-to-find mascaras<br />
You'll not see them fall for a long line of eras<br />
I don't wanna waste them for stupid guys like you<br />
Do whatever you can, they're still more precious than youLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-515646235371674232010-10-30T23:34:00.000-07:002010-10-30T23:34:12.290-07:00No more 'You'I don't wanna keep on tripping myself<br />
Into this little toy box you kept in your shelf<br />
All I can do is come out only when you need me<br />
Which is all just so annoying cos what you want is not me<br />
I tried to make you want me more than anything<br />
But I failed so to you, I'd rather be nothing.<br />
<br />
I'd rather close the door behind my back<br />
I'm just so fed up when you keep on coming back<br />
Just to satisfy your lonely arms and pair of lips<br />
I don't wanna be a tool but at least, I want us for keeps<br />
I'm tired of waiting for long hours for your call<br />
Which never really did happen, it's such a toll.<br />
<br />
I thought you really cared but I was fooled<br />
Not realising it was how you had me pulled<br />
Trying to free myself from these cruel chains that won't break<br />
I once loved the feeling but now the pain is just so great<br />
I won't allow myself to be broken by you<br />
Turn around and leave, take your girl along with you.Lydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-17794407319882767882010-10-30T23:25:00.000-07:002010-10-30T23:25:29.885-07:00Ka Hmangaih Che Papui<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="white-space: normal;"><tbody>
<tr><td height="20"> </td></tr>
<tr><td><span style="color: #bf005f; font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"><div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">K</span>a thinlai luah zo tu,ka di</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">A</span> aia tha ka tawng nem maw</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">H</span>mangaihna thu min hriattirtu</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">M</span>engmawi, nang lo min tihlim zo an awm lo</div><div><br />
</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">A</span> sakhmel lah a tha famkim</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Ng</span>aih lai di tang <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1288505982_0" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;">bel</span> ka nuam</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">A</span> anka nem hriat leh ka nuam e</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">I</span> vawng zel ang, kan lairil hmangaihna</div><div><br />
</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">H</span>mel mawina aia a nunzia</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">Ch</span>hak lam ni chhuak ang a eng mawi</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">E</span>nglai pawha ka thinlai luahtu</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">P</span>ar ang vul zel rawh se, ka van siar eng mawi</div><div><br />
</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">A</span> anka nem dam diai mai leh</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">P</span>ar rimtui ang a chul ve lo</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">U</span>ain ang maia min dawi tu,</div><div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;">I</span> chhing zo reng an awm lo,he khuavel ah hian</div><div><br />
</div></div></span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Lydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-69172313632135197742010-10-21T12:45:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:45:16.894-07:00Seventh of JulyI'm surprised, why are these tears falling?<br />
From the eyes of a girl who hates crying<br />
Why am I being so vulnerable?<br />
I am now scared, I'm starting to tremble<br />
<br />
I've suffered much of vicissitudes<br />
It's time I put on a new attitude<br />
I hate to be the one who's weary<br />
Cos I have never been this damn dreary<br />
<br />
Tell me, am I asking too much from you?<br />
I'm still drowning even when I'm with you<br />
So, it's better that I let you go<br />
And suffer these pains you don't have to know<br />
<br />
I'd better pick my stuffs up and leave<br />
Cos once broken can never be relieved<br />
It's better to follow my own path<br />
Than being with a guy who knows how to give wrathLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-89188426090512875052010-10-21T12:36:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:36:35.283-07:00I'm not an Angel<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't know how else to do this</span><br />
But still, i'll say a few words of list<br />
For years, I've curled up like a cocoon in its rag<br />
People telling me what and what not to do by bound<br />
But my innocence faded when I befriended the famous fag<br />
And I've now learnt to grow my wings and take decisions on my ground<br />
<br />
Patience is what I always lack<br />
My insecurities are coming back<br />
For you, i'll build them up and be myself again<br />
Say whatever may, I believe in what I believe<br />
I know it must be haunting to get your pasts relieved again<br />
But never will I let you go for these pasts is what I believe<br />
<br />
No one in this world is perfect<br />
It's sad I can't always be like a prefect<br />
Let everyone know I'm not an angel at all<br />
I too have rumours which are way better worse than yours<br />
I want to tell the world I have no reasons to let you fall<br />
let them talk, better lie down with you and know you to the contoursLydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-58708761804168353752010-10-21T12:27:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:27:27.086-07:00Arc of Noel<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Noel, a guy of pride but a soft heart</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Never had I heard any of his stories</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But the feeling that grows is like a dart</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That will later bloom with happiness and guarantees</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">weird, it is to give up so much for a guy</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">When it is proven that you hardly know him</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But the cool breeze thats blows every time he came by</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Told me a sign that my heart will never go dim</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Stunning, I must say, to the sound of music</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That I hear whenever he's close beside</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I wish we could get things done from the basic</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cos the arc of Noel is the one that helps and guides</span>Lydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-38853872497859212672010-10-21T12:14:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:14:33.789-07:00Confessions of Regrets<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I thought seeing you again will not mean a thing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But seeing you with another girl did mean a thing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I tried so hard to put on a fake smile but failed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cos I know that keeping you near was what I failed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I tried so hard to ignore but it wasn't easy</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">That I had made you think that I was so dumb and easy</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I don't blame you if you treat me like a stranger</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Cos someone we don't love meant nothing but a stranger</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm surprised I still find it so hard to hate you</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Being the reason for the fading love you had in you</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I hate myself for making you regret 'bout us</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Coz I do wish there could be more things about us</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So I'm trying, still trying to forget what we had. If I could change the past, I would cos I do regret being the reason for the Goodbye..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br />
</span>Lydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-72987310572104537082010-10-21T12:03:00.000-07:002010-10-21T12:03:53.051-07:00The feeling<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Started out as a feeling that no one knows of</span><br />
Our perfect little world should never come off<br />
We should make it grow stronger and stronger<br />
Till it's hard to survive without each other<br />
<br />
You were a vet's son, going for your IMA<br />
I was a guitarist's daughter, trying for CA<br />
Funny it is when I think back how perfect<br />
Strangers of two different worlds interact<br />
<br />
We may be miles apart yet we are so close<br />
This feeling is like a blooming rose<br />
Everyday seems promising with you around<br />
I'm surprised you turn my world so well round.Lydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2196096986530891743.post-74062364944166724252010-10-21T02:39:00.000-07:002010-10-21T02:39:43.407-07:00Songs About Ron<span style="font-size: small;">Started as friends but we knew something was missing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">You called me hunny, you called me sweet thing</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But it's sad you don't know how happy that makes me feel</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I'm looking forward to the day we'll finally make it real</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Cos hearing your voice and seeing your smile can't make me touch your hand</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Mt heart missed a beat whenever I hear you calling my name</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Darling, I want us to be for real</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">You left a message so i won't feel abandoned</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But I longed more for our loving bond</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">And whisper those words you had sent me to my ears</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Cos mails sounds just so empty and useless to deserve my tired tears</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">If I had wings, i'd fly across to be with you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I wanna know the better of you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">But you might think I'm crazy for being obsessed with you</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Cos I'm crazy for missing a guy I hardly ever knew</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-size: small;">So,goodbye to you,there'll be no day when we'll finally be together</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Let's give up, let's just give up to what we've always wanted</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Cos I am tired of falling in love with your e-mails </span>Lydia Elviehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07304158201294136419noreply@blogger.com0