One night
Tossing around in her bed fighting ghosts and fears, flooding her pillow with boiling tears. The pain in her heart is too great to take, and the night is too long and dark. She whispers " I love you... I miss you"
Tossing around in her bed fighting a desire to laugh as hard as she can, sweet tears of joy watering her rosy cheeks. The joy in her heart is too great and the night is too long. She whispers "I love... I miss you"
Tossing around in her bed wondering and wishing, she remembers one and she smiles and her soul floats with happiness. She remembers the other and her heart skips a beat, and a small tear materializes in her eye. she remembers herself and makes a small wish in the silence of the night to be as one of them soon. She whispers " I love you ....I miss you".
Different stories…..One night
Tossing around in her bed fighting ghosts and fears, flooding her pillow with boiling tears. The pain in her heart is too great to take, and the night is too long and dark. She whispers " I love you... I miss you"
Tossing around in her bed fighting a desire to laugh as hard as she can, sweet tears of joy watering her rosy cheeks. The joy in her heart is too great and the night is too long. She whispers "I love... I miss you"
Tossing around in her bed wondering and wishing, she remembers one and she smiles and her soul floats with happiness. She remembers the other and her heart skips a beat, and a small tear materializes in her eye. she remembers herself and makes a small wish in the silence of the night to be as one of them soon. She whispers " I love you ....I miss you".
Different stories…..One night
16 comments:
between tears and laughter she might have received a call .ths is possible if it wasn't for the third paragraph
she is in love with two??
yakhti walla mani mrakzeh
akh law ilha albain bass
5anek zaka2ek hai elmara ya bint im mala2e6 : )
Its the story of one night and three different ladies : )
Wow Tamara.. and I have one of my own.. I wish I can share it but let me say, it’s more like the first lady … the hurt is taking one big part of the story… this was really nice
very nice tamara...the three of them shared the pain & the tears but with different emotions!
loved it :)
Maioush
Glad you liked it : ) and hope you will move to lady number 2 soon : )
Desert Rose
you are so right, striking how three different people could be going through the same things for different reasons.
Glad you liked it : )
How touching ! each one of them remembered him in her own uniquely beautiful way
nicely written :)
Wara ( I think )
Welcome to my corner : )
Thank you for the sweet words, glad you liked it.
ana bawarjee...kollo ila il khyaneh
:D
Mala2e6
Again, so sorry : )
Tamara..and you were opposed to name calling..compared to what he used..I was reciting a love poem!
sorry to put you in the line of fire!!
Ammar
I'm still against it : ) can't help it I'm a sweet heart to the core : )
long time since you posted anything new.. we miss you :)
I dare you to find American blogist
write his blogs in defferent language than his native mother tongue,but in arab world, most of people using english in stead of Arabic,their mother tongue as a sort of show up,do you know why?
Simpley,because they have a problem with their identity.
what happened to you people?
u stupid ,, u r right,,,
yes u will find most of the American blogist write there blogs in english language since it is the only language they know,,,
get it,,,,
Dear Anonymous,
It seems that you are the only stupid here,
because I meant "the bilingual American Blogist"
get it,,,,
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