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Lovely SMS, Text Messages

Dream . . .

Dream . . .

Am I a dreamer because I talk of princesses and dragons
And heroes that turn in to frogs with a kiss
and big green ogres with fast talking donkeys
and small hairy hobbits that can disappear as they wish

all those are wonderful but not as wonderful as reality
where I am filled with joy to be ones special friend
and to go to sleep after hearing good night from her
I know my dreams could never be good as real life . . .

( Thanks "Rajika ", for sending the Story & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Poem by - Rajika

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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Monday, March 27, 2006 at 07:48 Comments (1)

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I made her cry . . .

Posted by Asela on Sunday, March 26, 2006 at 16:50 Comments (1)

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I made her cry . . .

I made her cry . . .

We walked together, talking
She saying more than I
That laughter that smile
I made her cry . . .

Thoughts by - Unknown

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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, March 23, 2006 at 07:22 Comments (3)

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Breaking up . . .

Breaking up . . .

His eyes shifted round his thoughts
And all he could see was the clock
The clock that told him it was time
Time to move on
..And break up with her
He fumbled with thoughts in his mind
Not knowing which words to pick
Each seemed pretty much the same
Laden with ice that sought to numb
Sharpened as a dagger to stab
Each with venom sought to sting
No heart could survive any of the words
Again he fumbled
Each word came
he carefully picked
Which had less ice?
Which was not as sharp?
Which would sting less?
He had to tell her
And only the words he had in his thoughts
..he could use
Carefully he told her
The words numbed her
The words stabbed her
The words stung her
How could the same man
the man
whose words had warmed her
whose words had soothed her
whose words had sung to her
Have the same words?
The words that numbed her
The words that stabbed her
The words that stung her
It hurt so bad
Her heart hurt so bad
Breaking up was never so easy..
If only there were better words to pick . . .

( Thanks "Tia Mthethwa", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay..

and she likes to dedicate this poem to "I wrote this poem for how I felt when my boyfriend broke up with me". . . )

Thoughts by - Tia Mthethwa

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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Thursday, March 23, 2006 at 00:28 Comments (2)

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Why . . .

Why . . .

Why do you hurt me
When u know how much I love u
Why do u leave me alone
When u know how much I need you
Why do I wait for you
When I know the wait is gonna be so long
Why do I expect happiness around you
When I know this can never happen
Why do I ever hurt you
When I know this would bring me pain
Why do I expect so much
When I have nothing to return
If love meant to be tears and sorrow
Why do we feel happy in love
Why do we still cherish every moment
That we have spent in love.
I still love u no matter whatever pain it has caused
Will always do the same, no matter what you have done . . .

( Thanks "Sanohvia", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Thoughts by - Sanohvia

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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Tuesday, March 21, 2006 at 07:41 Comments (2)

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Should l . . .

Should l . . .

Should l tell you how you I feel..?
Would you show your face and not keel
Should l cry on your shoulder..?
Would you be my supporter..?

Should tell you l love you
Would l gain not the world..?
Should l spare my self, my heart to give you..?
Would you be my wisdom, my girl..?

Should l just stop breathing..?
Would you think of me..?
Should you catch me not..?
Would my soul burn hot..?

This is not lust
But fear of your rejection
Hurt me not my love
Admit it, what's truly more than romance . . .

( Thanks "kuda ", for sending the poem & Contribute to 4MintesPerDay . . . )

Thoughts by -

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Posted by 4MinutesPerDay on Monday, March 20, 2006 at 09:05 Comments (1)

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I Want To . . .

Posted by Asela on Sunday, March 19, 2006 at 08:08 Comments (0)

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