How did it happen,what let it happen?
My feelings for wewe are pure,but I don't know if wewe feel the same way
I'm ready for it,us,I think
A part of me is scared of getting my moyo broken again kwa a person I trust
The other part wants wewe zaidi than ever
But there is a problem,there ia also a nother
Who should I choose and who must I let go?
The swali I have to ask myself now is "Who di I need to life and who can I life without?"
I'm unsure right-now,just tell me how wewe feel,cause wewe are driving me crazy
Poem Daffodils kwa William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the onyesha to me had brought:
For oft, when on my kitanda I lie
In vacant au in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my moyo with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the onyesha to me had brought:
For oft, when on my kitanda I lie
In vacant au in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my moyo with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
The siku is Ending
The sun is Setting
All is over
But i am sad
My moyo is still grey
My Marafiki are mad at me
And i am still sad
I go to sleep
But i can not stop thinking of what i have done
Will my Marafiki ever Forgive me
And i am still Sad
I Have hurt a friend and Choked another
What have i done
And i am still sad
Why have i done this why
I have been tricked
Betrayed even
kwa the Evil one
I must get him
Pay him for what he has done to me
When i have done so my Marafiki will be happy
And so will i
The sun is Setting
All is over
But i am sad
My moyo is still grey
My Marafiki are mad at me
And i am still sad
I go to sleep
But i can not stop thinking of what i have done
Will my Marafiki ever Forgive me
And i am still Sad
I Have hurt a friend and Choked another
What have i done
And i am still sad
Why have i done this why
I have been tricked
Betrayed even
kwa the Evil one
I must get him
Pay him for what he has done to me
When i have done so my Marafiki will be happy
And so will i
