I"m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears Evanescence
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave My
"Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won"t leave me alone Immortal

These wounds won"t seem to heal
This pain is just too real Songtexte
There"s just too much that time cannot erase

  When you cried I"d wipe away all of your tears  When you"d scream I"d fight away all of your fears Lyrics
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have Lyric
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life Liedertexte
Now I"m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts Liedertext
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me Alle

These wounds won"t seem to heal
This pain is just too real Evanescence
There"s just too much that time cannot erase

 
 

I"m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears Evanescence
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave My
"Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won"t leave me alone Immortal

These wounds won"t seem to heal
This pain is just too real Songtexte
There"s just too much that time cannot erase

  When you cried I"d wipe away all of your tears  When you"d scream I"d fight away all of your fears Lyrics
I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have Lyric
All of me

You used to captivate me
By your resonating life Liedertexte
Now I"m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts Liedertext
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me Alle

These wounds won"t seem to heal
This pain is just too real Evanescence
There"s just too much that time cannot erase

 
 

All my past life is mine no more,
The flying hours are gone,
Like transitory dreams given o"er,
Whose images are kept in store
By memory alone.

Whatever is to come is not;
How can it then be mine?
The present moment"s all my lot;
And that, as fast as it is got,
Phyllis, is wholly thine.

Then talk not of inconstancy,
False hearts, and broken vows;
If I, by miracle, can be
This live-long minute true to thee,
"Tis all that heaven allows

سلام بر و بچز جام جهان گستر
حالتون چطوره
ووگوام این شعر خوب بید

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning,
And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining,
Though the skies be too dark for dim eyes to discover
The gold-cups and daisies fair blooming thereunder,
Though the hills be held shadows, and the sea a dark wonder,
And this day draw a veil over all deeds passed over,
Yet their hands shall not tremble, their feet shall not falter:
The void shall not weary, the fear shall not alter
These lips and these eyes of the loved and the lover

خوب بود یا نه. نامردین اگه نظر ندین

The Raven”

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door—
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the lost Lenore—
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Nameless here for evermore.