最近
家里发生了一些状况
感觉距离越来越远
互相都不看对方
也不和对方讲话
好像最熟悉的陌生人
把这家当了旅馆
这一切只能怪，压力
自从那次对妈妈"喊"后
觉得舒服很多
彼此的话也多了
知道以前一些些的事
很同情她
很想问她，有没有后悔过?
但她不回答，我都知道答案了
好想念哥哥
少了他，没人教功课
少了他，没人和我聊天
少了他，没人带我去玩
少了他，没人和我分享
少了他，这家没有笑声
少了他，觉得好寂寞
哎!为什么妈妈不生多个妹妹呢?
=(
Love Is...
Love is an honesty
About the language of the heart who was revealed
by the strands of the body
About a satiran who exposed knife
Love is sometimes blind,will forget the mind
Doing things that are sometimes absurd
But that's love
Love Is...
Love can turn bitter into sweet, turning dust gold,
cloudy became clear, sick are healed, the prison into
the lake,pain becomes pleasure, and anger into mercy
Love is not teaching us weak, but of power.
Love teaches us not humiliate ourselves,
but breathes bravery.
Love is not discouraging, but uplifting
Love Is...
Love also makes you become a poet
Inscribe her in the heart of the sky
By borrowing the color of the rainbow
To carve hearts content
But Love is a beautiful gift
Grace of the Creator to his people
And let the flavors were languishing in our heart
No comments:
Post a Comment