It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.
umee, u`ve done a wonderful job, but I just suppose u might want to try putting it like this:
It doesn't interest me what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.
I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love,
for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow,
if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled,
and closed from fear of further pain.
som`n like that, but itz a fantastic piece u got here
hiya i don get it! its exactly as i wrote it. ! anyhow txnx
Come here mumu poetry writer, baki ga yadda malam din ya rubuta ba? ke kin rubuta kamar labari ya tafi zirrrrrrrrrrrrrrr sentence after sentece akeyi lol wasa nake gud pom Ummee