only want you!!

i am not cry 'cos i don't wanna show you i am die without you,
but plss see deep in my eyes, i am drinking poison without you,
i am not dying maybe that's why you don't care, but believe me i don't even wanna live without you
i am dying i am cry showing smile to you, 'cos i know my smile is everything for you!!
i can't even die without you!!

real love!!

i am that, who is know love ))) not bad !!
so true i love you but believe me i am for love,
not for your body and not for bed ))
many bad trying to stop me, but i am same yet
all bad go ahead slap me shoot me, i am with my love till my death

How poor are we...

One day, a rich dad took his son on a trip. Wanted to show him how poor someone can be. They spent time on the farm of a poor family. On the way home, dad asked, "Did you see how poor they are? What did you learn?"

Son said, "We have one dog, they have four, we have pool, they have rivers, we have lanterns at night, they have stars, we buy foods, they grow theirs, we have walls to protect us, they have friends, we have encyclopedias, they have Bible." Then they headed, "Thanks dad for showing me how poor we are."

MORAL LESSON: It's not about money that make us rich, it's about simplicity of having God in our lives.

A nice kiss and love story )) i hope you like ))

The story goes that some time ago, a man punished his 3-year-old daughter for wasting a roll of gold wrapping paper. Money was tight. He became infuriated when the child tried to decorate a box to put under the Christmas tree.
Never the less, the little girl brought the gift to her father the next morning and said, "This is for you, Daddy."
He was embarrassed by his earlier overreaction, but his anger flared again when he found the box was empty. He yelled at her, "Don't you know when you give someone a present, there's supposed to be something inside it?"
The little girl looked up at him with tears in her eyes and said, "Oh, Daddy, it's not empty, I blew kisses into the box. All for you, Daddy."
The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little girl, and he begged for her forgiveness. It is told that the man kept that gold box by his bed for years and whenever he was discouraged, he would take out an imaginary kiss and remember the love of the child who had put it there.
In a very real sense, each of us have been given a gold container filled with unconditional love and kisses from our children, friends, family or God. There is no more precious possession anyone could hold.

lord thanks ))

Even though I clutch my blanket and growl when the alarm rings, thank you, Lord, that I can hear.

There are many who are deaf. Even though I keep my eyes closed against the morning light as long as possible, thank you, Lord, that I can see.
Many are blind. Even though I huddle in my bed and put off rising, thank you Lord, that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden. Even though the first hour of my day is hectic, when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers are short, my children are so loud, thank you, Lord, for My Family.
There are many who are lonely. Even though our breakfast table never looks like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at times unbalanced, thank you, Lord, for the food we have.
There are many who are hungry. Even though the routine of my job often is monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to work.
There are many who have no job. Even though I grumble and bemoan my fate from day to day and wish my circumstances were not so modest, thank you, Lord, for life.

i glad i got beautiful kin))

love))

love isn’t game but I’m best player, yeah you good too, but I’m much more better
you all love me, you all love are fake, but your love mine and I’m won’t resign ‘cos I’m not a quitter
I’m so much enough in love so you thinkin’ I’m waiting for hurts?
hurts nothing pain nothing, do what you can do but remember my love ever fire, yeah love fire
bullshit I’m poorshit I don’t likes bitch I’m isn’t rich so stop reading if you love me and going to ditch
you going to ditch isn’t funny, but yeah is funny “its better 1^st you remember I already did,”
nope bitch I didn’t ditch.. I’m still love you ‘cos I’m loving shit
hey what can I do? I’m loving shit, I’m started coming in people love list,
yeah my heart isn’t have seats but everybody sit ‘cos maybe my love is big
I’m good lover? No, I’m good love tried, my heart beat but ever show beat are be quite
hurts is nothing, yeah ‘cos love enough
love fire for you all “pretty pretty”
yeah my love finding you all “pretty pretty”
yeah love fire for you all “pretty pretty”
yeah love fixed for you all my pretty pretty…….
yeah love fire for you all “pretty pretty”
hahahaha my moma nickname is also pretty  yeah she is “pretty pretty”
yea love isn’t sick just I’m waiting when you pick, pick?
hey really you ready to face me, people think I’m littlebit crazy
I’m not loony just I’m going so fast because my brain racing
so god glad when you take me, yeah you take me, yuk you take me to eras me?
love is easy to understand, me or even mine love you can face
just 1^st go and see love base, and try to understand what the love shit god made me