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I Bruise Easily

15072008

2415228222cd30f50104.jpgI bruise easily, so be gentle when you handle me
There’s a mark you leave, like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily, can’t scratch the surface without moving me
Underneath I bruise easily, I bruise easily

Anyone who, can touch you, can hurt you, or heal you
Anyone who, can reach you, can love you, or leave you

I Bruise Easily Lyrics – Natasha Bedingfield




For A Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic

13072008

casette.jpg… put my faith in you
so much faith
and then just threw it away
just threw it away

you finished long before
we had even seen the start
why dont you stand up be a man about it…

 

Paramore For A Pessimist, I’m Pretty Optimistic lyrics




On The Way To My Heart

7072008

tear.jpgAs the tear comes out of my eye, I get to see your face again. I get to stare into your eyes once more. I relive the moment our eyes met through the mirror. the tear slowly goes down my check… It caresses it just like your touch did that night It ends up on my  nose… That was when this scent was brought to my mind… this smell of comfort… your smell. Down it goes to my lips…lips you kissed… lips you bit… Lips that were left wanting more… it finally falls down and crashes on my chest. Lost track of it just as it passes my heart… 

You’re Still A Part Of Me

You Always Will

Don’t and Never Forget…

…I Know I Never Will 




La liberté d’être soi

5072008

Il y a des visages plus beaux que le masque qui les couvre (J.-J. Rousseau)

Les masques que nous utilisons pour nous protéger ont surtout pour effet de cacher notre beauté naturelle et de former un écran de fausseté entre nous et les gens dont nous craignons le jugement.

Nous avons beaucoup plus à perdre qu’à gagner en nous conformant à une image rigide de nous-même, et nous ne leurrons personne ainsi.

recueil de pensées quotidiennes : 24 heures à la fois




Dreaming With a Broken Heart

3072008

broken20heart.jpg

When you’re dreaming with a broken heart
The waking up is the hardest part

You roll out of bed and down on your knees
and for a moment you can hardly breathe
Wondering was
she (he) really here
Is
she (he) standing in my room?
No, she he’s not
cause
she he’s gone, gone, gone, gone, gone.

When you’re dreaming with a
broken heart
The giving up is the hardest part

John Mayer – Dreaming with a broken heart







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