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Title: How you really mean to me, ,
Post by: Khurasani on October 10, 2008, 08:13:31 AM
Sister i know you've been sad,
When i was mad
Sister i know you've been happy
When i knew you were faking a smile
Sister i know you've been glad
When i knew there was something wrong

I asked you if something was wrong
But you said no everything is fine
I asked you if you needed me
But you said no i have someone else
I asked you if you needed my help
But you said no i've got it

Sister i know i don't tell you everything
When everything went wrong
Sister you mean the world to me
When i really meant it
Sister you were there for me
When i needed you the most
Sister friends cant solve everything
When you were ready to ask me what was wrong

I know i'm not always there
But when i talk to you, you always tell me what i missed
I know i'm not happy that much anymore
But when im with you makes my day shine
I know i'm mad when you push me, slap me, hit me,
But i'll never say i hate you
When i really truley do love you

Sister i really love you
Sister you know thats true
Sister you mean the world to me
Sister just to let you know that im always here for you<3

so to let you know how you really mean to me <3        

angeline snowboy



Title: How you really mean to me, ,
Post by: Khurasani on October 10, 2008, 08:15:07 AM
MY PERFECT SISTER

MY PERFECT SISTER
My perfect sister holds me tight
My perfect sister kisses me goodnight
My perfect sister knows when I’m mad
My perfect sister helps me when I’m sad
My perfect sister is so smart
My perfect sister has my heart
My perfect sister is good and nice
My perfect sister holds me at night
My perfect sister loves me lots
My perfect sister ties the knot
My perfect sister is here to stay
My perfect sister I have until this very day
My perfect sister I wish you well
My perfect sister yes I can tell
My perfect sister asked if I lied
My perfect sister knows if I’ve cried
My perfect sister has moved away
->My perfect sister is in my heart to and will always stay<-        

megan sandifer


Title: How you really mean to me, ,
Post by: Khurasani on October 10, 2008, 08:20:29 AM
Itylus

Swallow, my sister, O sister swallow,
How can thine heart be full of the spring?
A thousand summers are over and dead.
What hast thou found in the spring to follow?
What hast thou found in thine heart to sing?
What wilt thou do when the summer is shed?

O swallow, sister, O fair swift swallow,
Why wilt thou fly after spring to the south,
The soft south whither thine heart is set?
Shall not the grief of the old time follow?
Shall not the song thereof cleave to thy mouth?
Hast thou forgotten ere I forget?

Sister, my sister, O fleet sweet swallow,
Thy way is long to the sun and the south;
But I, fulfilled of my heart's desire,
Shedding my song upon height, upon hollow,
From tawny body and sweet small mouth
Feed the heart of the night with fire.

I the nightingale all spring through,
O swallow, sister, O changing swallow,
All spring through till the spring be done,
Clothed with the light of the night on the dew,
Sing, while the hours and the wild birds follow,
Take flight and follow and find the sun.

Sister, my sister, O soft light swallow,
Though all things feast in the spring's guest-chamber,
How hast thou heart to be glad thereof yet?
For where thou fliest I shall not follow,
Till life forget and death remember,
Till thou remember and I forget.

Swallow, my sister, O singing swallow,
I know not how thou hast heart to sing.
Hast thou the heart? is it all past over?
Thy lord the summer is good to follow,
And fair the feet of thy lover the spring:
But what wilt thou say to the spring thy lover?

O swallow, sister, O fleeting swallow,
My heart in me is a molten ember
And over my head the waves have met.
But thou wouldst tarry or I would follow
Could I forget or thou remember,
Couldst thou remember and I forget.

O sweet stray sister, O shifting swallow,
The heart's division divideth us.
Thy heart is light as a leaf of a tree;
But mine goes forth among sea-gulfs hollow
To the place of the slaying of Itylus,
The feast of Daulis, the Thracian sea.

O swallow, sister, O rapid swallow,
I pray thee sing not a little space.
Are not the roofs and the lintels wet?
The woven web that was plain to follow,
The small slain body, the flower-like face,
Can I remember if thou forget?

O sister, sister, thy first-begotten!
The hands that cling and the feet that follow,
The voice of the child's blood crying yet
Who hath remembered me? who hath forgotten?
Thou hast forgotten, O summer swallow,
But the world shall end when I forget.        

Algernon Charles Swinburne


Title: How you really mean to me, ,
Post by: PORS on October 10, 2008, 10:57:15 AM
Baradare mehrabon, Khurasani:

Navishta hae avardae to, kheile por mazmoon va zeba bood. Dastat dard nakonad. Omid daram, khaharane maa az en navishtae tou kheile khoshnud gardand.

Ba seepas,




Pors.


Title: How you really mean to me, ,
Post by: Khurasani on October 10, 2008, 11:39:59 AM
Quote from: PORS;15802
Baradare mehrabon, Khurasani:

Navishta hae avardae to, kheile por mazmoon va zeba bood. Dastat dard nakonad. Omid daram, khaharane maa az en navishtae tou kheile khoshnud gardand.

Ba seepas,




Pors.

Az husni nazarat, wa az nazari nikat jahani sipas.