عدنان علي عضيبات .
عدد المساهمات : 1308 نشاطي بالمنتدى : 51630 47 تاريخ التسجيل : 26/10/2011 في عيون حبيبتي
| موضوع: Rehab بقلمي , عدنان عضيبات الأحد يناير 01, 2012 4:42 am | |
| Rehab What kills me yesterday, but the look of Rehab ... I love living here between my ribs Forget them if one thousandth kiss ... Rehab here between the cheeks and tears Love is not something from you .. and throw what was my love for others feet My life is! .. And the values of the Dunk and Interest me
The revolution I believe you love them .. I love the case And convinced that you are in my eyes that I love Rehab I love my emotions and they are in The ambiguity between letters and words Revolutions of love and kindness ... ... and in a mental disorder What do I need you to keep in front of me ... but in front of In my eyes ... ... in the eyelids of the consent of myself ... In the quarrel
I love balm on the lips And sugar in a cup of tea and coffee ... Let me mention your name Votatr Rehab Let me and for every letter of the lips Hrovk Otosr As for myself .. come together and go back to the fragrance of your hair Otbosr I am an impartial man today. I refuse to engage in the experience of love .. Only with you The same mandate beloved ... that you are rejecting or approval Rehab ... Take my body Make him a handkerchief as she cried your eyes Take and Make my eyes and dip them in your hands It is I, and her beloved are you?? You are nothing exceeded the life and age Let me kill your time and Oghos Vpk will not benefit so I will not be scrambling Attachment From the first kiss was part of the guillotine Vthag her beloved from the Game will not be there is something lose But you You are her beloved Kisses diabetes that exceeded the number of words You are pages .. failure and success and falls You are nothing short surpassed my life You are the grave after my death I You condolences and disease and the cure Ante youth .. My childhood .. Ante, but all the follies You are static .. .. Taibta revolutions and Hanani You are lost, and whiskey .. and when I wake up and dream You are my baby my old age, love and pain and love Continue to be under and I ask myself from you You are The more upset myself in the question you're The more I tried to write with a pen .. climb perfumes to see what brought you to love her What can I say about you, but its cherished Problem is that I no longer know you question or answer In short you want it or not despite the nose you will be the grain for me
Adnan Odibat Pen Dedicated to all the love Gori
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