All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
And then the whining school-boy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slipper'd pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side,
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
~William Shakespeare~
~As You Like It~
The pain i have felt is unreal.
I can't believe the way you made me feel.
Now that I know I can't have you.
I want to get over you.
I want forget all the memorizes of me and you.
I want to go a day without thinking about your
smile your voice your touch and your kiss.
Yes I will admit I do miss you
But I will change that I want every feeling i have for
you to disapere
But I fear letting you go
I fear that I will never stop loving you.
The feelings I have for you are so strong
But everyone tells me I'm wrong
I can't believe my heart has been stuck on you for so long
I guess I thought you were the one.
Loving you tought me something
But I just wish I had fought the feelings
As time goes by my mind can't decide
If I wish you were mine
Or if i had wished to never meet you and I would be fine
I just want to leave this love
I feel like i'm being teased with something.. something I can't
have.
I will get over you someday
I will realize that I can move on
I will someday stop loving you
~unknown~
Your eyes
squint lustful glares
as hidden agendas
discuss the scent of fruit filled air.
Words elude your lips vocabulary,
but impress my heart's eagerness
with a kiss of substance
that contemplates
your eyes.
~unknown~
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