الاثنين، 5 مايو 2014

Romantic sad Poetry






(( I don't mean in the sense of fame and I don't mean he won't die someday. It was scary to think about trusting someone enough to give him your heart now. But he's living it. I think he is what the conception really means.You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with everyday that passes.They change, they deny, they contradict- and they call it growth. At the end there is nothing left, as if there had never been an entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out of an unformed mass. How do they expect a permanence which they never held for a single moment? But Howard- one can imagine him living forever))


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