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<blockquote data-quote="neroshan" data-source="post: 123133" data-attributes="member: 8568"><p><span style="font-size: 18px"><strong><em><span style="color: Blue">-------------------------------------A LONG</span></em></strong></span></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Tears sting my eyes,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">the thought stabs my heart.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The question, “Why?”,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">it roams through my thoughts.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">It doesn’t seem fair.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">It doesn’t seem right.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">No one should have to endure</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">pain like this.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Feelings conflicted,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">but one still remains.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">This only solid fact:</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I love you.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I find myself walking</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">an impassable road.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Two roads in fact</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">lie one in the same…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Part of me hopes.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Part of me laughs.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Part of me is selfless-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">caring for nothing but you</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">and your happiness.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">That part of me is walking on an edge…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Clinging to any chance</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">that I could be the one</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">to make you happy,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">but, at the same time, realizing</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">that I may not be that person-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">and accepting it.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">As long as you are happy,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I am happy for you…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Part of me despairs.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Part of me cries.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Part of me is selfish-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I want to be happy too.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">that part of me is being dragged…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">dragged away to reality.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Dragged down the road</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">of harsh, cold facts.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Trying to understand,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">trying to know why</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I can’t be the person you need.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I’m willing to change,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">ask of me what you need,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I can be there for you…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Just give me a chance,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">one chance…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">so I can know that I tried.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The thought of living without you…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">it saddens me,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">the thought of you with another…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">it tears my heart out.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">You are not my possession-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I don’t want you to be.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I just want you to love me…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I want you to be happy,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">but don’t I deserve the same?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">What have I done</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">to merit such torment?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Was I wrong to love you?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Am I wrong for still loving you?</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">If loving you-</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">the person you are,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">the person you will become…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">if loving you is a crime,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I deserve punishment.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Try me with the hardest sentence.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I confess to loving you,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">and I’m not sorry.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I’ve reached the end</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">of these two paths,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">and they join into one…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">one I don’t want to tread on.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I don’t know how I can,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">or how I will…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">it looks…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">impossible.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Dark.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">Lonely.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I’m not ready.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I’ll rest for a while.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I’m going to see which way</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">the wind is going to blow.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I must build my strength.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I don’t want to move on.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">But the wind is blowing.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">I want to see if the winds</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">will uncover a hidden path…</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">a path where I will have a guide.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">The guide I need</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">to take my lost hand,</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">and lead me </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color: Blue">to the safety of home…</span></strong></p><p></p><p><img src="http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h162/thnk777/0111eh9pp9.gif" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="neroshan, post: 123133, member: 8568"] [SIZE="5"][B][I][COLOR="Blue"]-------------------------------------A LONG[/COLOR][/I][/B][/SIZE] [B][COLOR="Blue"]Tears sting my eyes, the thought stabs my heart. The question, “Why?”, it roams through my thoughts. It doesn’t seem fair. It doesn’t seem right. No one should have to endure pain like this. Feelings conflicted, but one still remains. This only solid fact: I love you. I find myself walking an impassable road. Two roads in fact lie one in the same… Part of me hopes. Part of me laughs. Part of me is selfless- caring for nothing but you and your happiness. That part of me is walking on an edge… Clinging to any chance that I could be the one to make you happy, but, at the same time, realizing that I may not be that person- and accepting it. As long as you are happy, I am happy for you… Part of me despairs. Part of me cries. Part of me is selfish- I want to be happy too. that part of me is being dragged… dragged away to reality. Dragged down the road of harsh, cold facts. Trying to understand, trying to know why I can’t be the person you need. I’m willing to change, ask of me what you need, I can be there for you… Just give me a chance, one chance… so I can know that I tried. The thought of living without you… it saddens me, the thought of you with another… it tears my heart out. You are not my possession- I don’t want you to be. I just want you to love me… I want you to be happy, but don’t I deserve the same? What have I done to merit such torment? Was I wrong to love you? Am I wrong for still loving you? If loving you- the person you are, the person you will become… if loving you is a crime, I deserve punishment. Try me with the hardest sentence. I confess to loving you, and I’m not sorry. I’ve reached the end of these two paths, and they join into one… one I don’t want to tread on. I don’t know how I can, or how I will… it looks… impossible. Dark. Lonely. I’m not ready. I’ll rest for a while. I’m going to see which way the wind is going to blow. I must build my strength. I don’t want to move on. But the wind is blowing. I want to see if the winds will uncover a hidden path… a path where I will have a guide. The guide I need to take my lost hand, and lead me to the safety of home…[/COLOR][/B] [IMG]http://i64.photobucket.com/albums/h162/thnk777/0111eh9pp9.gif[/IMG] [/QUOTE]
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