After months of not being able to write a single poetic sentence, I find myself brimming with stories to tell. Maybe it was good that you left. You sparked the passion in me to start writing again. For that, I am grateful.
A letter from me to you:
I've always wondered what makes me tick
Is it my heart or is it some other shtick?
I've just discovered what it might be
It's the soul inside each of us; inside of you and me
It's the breaths we take without even trying
It's the heart that pumps in each of us, preventing us from dying
It's the smiles that change our inner makeup
It's the drinks of water we drink from a cup
It's the food we digest every day
It's the way we make people think everything's a-okay
It's the thoughts we think before we do
It's the way we see the world from our inner point of view
It's not the way others think of us
It's not the way others behave or make a fuss
It's not the way others tre...
Lessons of Love
I thank you for the love we shared
and time we spent,
You were once my life , you've given
Endless laughs and giggles that
Your voice still echoes ,like you
were still near.
Those tears I shed , you broke my
heart , doubted on me,
Wishing those trials were'nt meant
to be .
A foundation we built throughout
the years ,
No regrets , you've taken away all
We taught and learned from each
other what love is,
Chances of loving you , we both
were like 2 white doves.
It was indeed a long journey as long
as I could remember ,
Dark was the night , so cold t'was
Honey you're so kind
Oh we follow flight
You shook me up inside
You pick up every rumours in sight
But all the roses died
I'd rather keep them alive
Roots grow slowly
But I'm just content with time well spent
Savor the taste of sugar
- Milk and Honey
Often I have wondered about the meaning of "Lettrs" about the meaning of being "Indelible". After a constant use of the "Lettrs" application, of sharing emotions, ideas and thoughts, I discover that: "Lettrs" says the words that the lips don't dare and with the writing; cultures, countries, traditions, all them have the same value by to give a magical sense to the words.
Across the writing we find those words: which encourage; which ask; which intrigue; which discover. "Lettrs" is impregnated with emotions, with light, with colors and aromas, and why not, also of forgetfulness and of life. The words in "Lettrs" are similar to a Phoenix's bird, which flies with burning wings.
In "Lettrs" ...
It's time that you do something for yourself ...
It's time, you live your dreams and don't care what they think...
It's time you admire yourself and for once forget about the world...
It's time to be you mom ❤
You have spent most of the time looking after your family ...
Its our turn to give it back to you.
Thank you mama
I never said it enough
Thank you Allah for blessing me with mama
Although she is no longer by my side, by your grace, her love lives on
I love the fact that one word can come in to your head and then you just don't know where it will lead. I was looking for a nursery rhyme in my mind and I had the word "Bee" appear first. I then just started writing and this is the result.
I met a busy bumble bee,
And he was nice to me,
He flew around,
A buzzing sound,
Then gave me some honey.
I put this on my toast,
As I like this the most,
It tastes so good,
As so it should,
And so the bee did boast.
My honey is the best,
I work without a rest,
For you to eat,
My honey treat,
This is my only quest.
(c) Lamo The Lion 2017
Thank you for talking
Thank you for believing
Thank you for listening
Thank you for understanding
Thank you for telling
Thank you for loving the broken parts of me
Thank you for bearing the pain and putting it away
Thank you for being transparent
Thankyou for choosing me
I can thank you for a lots of things
But I can't thank you enough for knowing the worst part of me and yet giving the best to me...
Its been some time and I'd just like to let my penpals know that I am doing great! 15 months sober and I've got (another) little one on the way! My daughter will be living with me full time VERY SOON and life is fantastic. Can't wait for the next chapter. <3
Your paper brings more than color to lettrs, it brings joy to the world.
Thank you thank you!
||Guru krupa he kevalam Shishya parama mangalam||
Soulful gratitude to all the teachers for sculpting us so beautifully.
Reminding you how special you are 💗
My humble salutations at the sacred feet of my Guru for making me what I am today and preparing me for what I will be tomorrow.
Your blessings are the power of universe that protects every student from all odds...
And that's why I believe
Guru krupa he kevalam Shishya parama mangalam...
Bless us to the power of eternity 💫
To my Baba..
I want to start writting that I love you so much....And I am really lucky to be your daughter....
I know that we have a huge age gap...Sure 40 years is definitely considered as generation gap...But I know that you try your best to understand me....And I know I was a brat many times....but now I will try to understand you as much as u do .....and even though we live in a conservative society....I am glad you had a vision and you trusted me over the society.....You set me free....And gave me wings to fly...
Whatever I am today is only because of your faith in me ....And you never let me give up....Your energy ,ur passion for your work, ur thoughts are and will always be my ins...
Hey....I know you are uncomfortable with the facebook. And I get it..at one point I was too..But I want you to know...No matter what I have said before...I understand.....I know something happeend which shouldn't have ....We all have secrets...I do too....Hence this letter.....
Today when u were leaving I was thinking about how we met...And I was thanking the moment when I misunderstood you for Sujay....Otherwise I would never have known a wonderful person like you ( sure you are annoying and irritating sometimes..😋)..But still....
You know....I trust very few people....And I trust you....
I also believe that have all the qualities in you to be a successful person....Never let a...
Thank you for every crack you made in my heart, because they left me with open space to pour gold into.
That guy loves you enough for both of you.
If you don't feel the fraction of that love , don't be selfish just leave.
He doesn't deserve empty jars when he is full of candies.
Both of you deserve a chance to experience the love people write about.
Те бяха скалите, в които непрестанно се блъсках, и орлите, чиито криле толкова исках. Те бяха срамът, който все не ме напускаше, и фенът, за който егото ми бленуваше. Те бяха лекарството, с което се събуждах и лягах, и безпокойството, от което неспирно бягах. Те бяха добрите, които винаги сънувах, и лошите, от които не се страхувах. Те бяха учителите, които ме научиха как да живея, и строителите на света, с който днес се гордея.