Sunday, November 6, 2011
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Why does your car sound like a bike?
It's been 2 1/2 years, since you took your love away.
I go out every night and sleep all day since you took your love away.
Since you've been gone I can do whatever I want.
I can see whoever I choose.
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant.
I go out every night and sleep all day since you took your love away.
Since you've been gone I can do whatever I want.
I can see whoever I choose.
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant.
But nothing, I say nothing, can take away these blues.
Because nothing, compares to you.
It's been so lonely without you here, like a bird without a song.
Nothing can stop these lonely feelings from tearing me apart.
Tell me baby, did I go that wrong?
I could put my arms around every girl I see, but they'd only remind me of you.
Nothing can stop these lonely feelings from tearing me apart.
Tell me baby, did I go that wrong?
I could put my arms around every girl I see, but they'd only remind me of you.
So I went to the doctor the other day, guess what he told me.
He said 'boy you better try to have fun no matter what you do.'
But he's a fool.
Because nothing, I repeat, nothing, compares to you.
He said 'boy you better try to have fun no matter what you do.'
But he's a fool.
Because nothing, I repeat, nothing, compares to you.
Monday, August 8, 2011
I Loved You.
After all we've been through. The countries we've been forced to adapt to. The languages we had to learn. The different schools we had to go to. I thought I did enough. If anybody made you unhappy, I took care of them. I'm your older brother. I've tried to be your hero. But I guess I can't be anymore. You've hurt me in a way I would never have Imagined. I still can't believe it was you. Sacha. I Love You. But I can't speak to you for a while. For a while. Because I know I'll forgive you. I just don't know when.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Dad.
Gonna Miss You Dad. It was fun having you here, though I wish things didn't unfold the way they did. But I'm sure it's all just going to be forgotten. Hope to see you in November. I've got many more recipes to learn. Take care yourself till then, without me. Hehe.
Your Son Always,
Dimitri.
Friday, January 15, 2010
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end.
I know you think that I shouldn't still love you.
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it.
Well, I'd still have felt it.
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder.
Or return to where we were.
I know I left too much mess and destruction, to come back again.
And I caused nothing but trouble.
I understand if you can't talk to me again.
And if you live by the rules of "It's over,"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense.
And when we meet,
As I'm sure we will.
All that was then,
Will be there still.
I'll let it pass,
And hold my tongue.
And you will think,
That I've moved on.
Well I will go down with this ship.
And I won't put my hands up and surrender.
There will be no white flag above my door.
I'm in love and always will be.

I have found the paradox that if I Love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more Love.
Yours Always,
Dimitri.
I'll tell you that.
But if I didn't say it.
Well, I'd still have felt it.
Where's the sense in that?
I promise I'm not trying to make your life harder.
Or return to where we were.
I know I left too much mess and destruction, to come back again.
And I caused nothing but trouble.
I understand if you can't talk to me again.
And if you live by the rules of "It's over,"
Then I'm sure that that makes sense.
And when we meet,
As I'm sure we will.
All that was then,
Will be there still.
I'll let it pass,
And hold my tongue.
And you will think,
That I've moved on.
Well I will go down with this ship.
And I won't put my hands up and surrender.
There will be no white flag above my door.
I'm in love and always will be.

I have found the paradox that if I Love until it hurts, then there is no hurt, but only more Love.
Yours Always,
Dimitri.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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