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Why some people just don’t want to be a bit romantic? Most of them believe that they don’t have in them to be a romantic. Creativity is in everyone and anyone can create something new. Most people have a very limited knowledge of the word creativity but it offers a lot than their expectations.
Giving flowers or candies as gift s are just fine but sometimes you have to think a bit better than that. Well if your partner is fond of flowers and you could not think of anything better to present them as a gift then you should give them a flower whose petals could be counted, not red roses that will lose their charm just after few hours. Ask your partner to play the game of love me or love me not with the flower petals and give them flowers after counting the petals so that they always end up on they love me.
Arts and some other home made projects were once an exciting break from boredom of the class, but it can help you in creating some romantic gestures. Simply making the promises of love is not just enough. Show some creativity when you are expressing your love to them cut a piece of paper and write “I Love You” on either side of the paper. Twist it in such a way that it takes shape of figure 8 and present this to love loved one.
Creativity doesn’t mean giving creative and thoughtful gifts it has many other meanings it also means to change the whole atmosphere around you. Spend an evening with your loved one at home imitating an outage of power and try to keep each other warm.
If you are in a flight then you ask any of the flight attends to help you out. They will help you out and they will give some special present to your loved one. They will be more than happy to help you out.
You don’t have to give out gifts to your loved ones to show some creativity some gestures like dancing with the loved ones also very creative. Be creative and do whatever you want.
She looks around
The place is empty
The knife she holds
It’s getting heavier
She has no one who cares
No one with who she can share
Her feelings, her pain
This truth is driving her insane
She looks at the knife again
Bringing it close to her skin
It’s almost touching her
In this battle she can’t win
She looks around again
Till she sees a picture
Her parents laughing
She sits between them
She gets angry at herself
One last look at the knife
Before she throws it far away
She doesn’t want to die
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.