Loved
Whether it was the beautiful sound of my mother's humming late at night And her soft touch to my scalp as I drift off to sleep, Or crying myself to sleep to the echoing sound of glass shattering on the wooden floors downstairs, I knew that everything would be alright the next day And I was loved. Whether it was the reassuring squeeze of a friend's hand Reminding me that I'm not alone, Or the feeling of loneliness As I sat in a crowded room full of strangers, Deep inside, I knew I was loved. Whether it was the wild screams coming from me and my best friend As we zoom down the stomach-churning drop in the roller coaster, Or the inaudible cries within at midnight as I lay in the dark, My thought twisting and turning in awful ways, I always felt loved. Whether I was walking alongside my loved ones in bright lights, Or fearfully stumbling alone in endless darkness, I kept going because I know That I was loved, I am loved, And I will be loved.
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Valour And Faith
Good one 👌👌👏
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@Valour And Faith thank youuu☺
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Morgan Ray and Rose. ⏺English translation⏺ I will find flowers among the fragments of people, give them to you. I am so pleased that there is you, your love for me. I will give you a sea of hope, and lights that do not fade. My heart is only you, it falls asleep without you. I'm giving everything I have in me for you to paralyze the rocks. I don't want to To conquer fate, together to the very edge. We'll be gone on the penultimate day, but our lines will remain. All love is sealed here, in our phrases and ellipses. So, let's rise high, and forgetting about the holy, Falls of the rock. I'll take your hand, and everything, all around It's going to be the way you dreamed.
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Не скажу "люблю"
Знаєш, складно Тебе любити й не сказати. Тебе кохати і збрехати, Що зовсім іншого люблю, І що до тебе не прийду. Знаєш, той "інший" мене теплом своїм зігріє. Зачарує і поцілує, А ти сиди там далі сам, І йди назустріч виючим вітрам. Тобі вже більше не скажу своє я болісне "люблю"... А просто відпущу і почуття у собі похороню.
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