thers always a story behind evry pictur, a pictur speaks a thousand words. mthe never had the chance to be happy, all thts left are faded memories and many tales tht are best try n 4get. ive learned tht no one, ever dies frm a broken heart, but what cud kill you, is thee enemy, with whom you sleep at nite. i regret 2o yrs. he stole of my life, which i threw away, and evenvthou i walked away, his dark shdows stalk me,, from beatings the heart. my heart i badly wounded, frm the stabn 2 my heart, the scars eachday, seems slowly fadin away, 4 terrible memories, are floatin n the surface of my heart. i pray they sink, i want to 4get, so tired of cryin, don wana cry no more, don wana hurt no more, I ASK GOD, TO GIVME HIS STRENGTH, SO THT ONE DAY, I CUD LIVE AGAIN, WANA SMELL THE FLOWERS AGAIN, WANT THE SUN, 2 CARESS ME ONCE MORE, DON LET ME DIE JUS YET, TIL I LEARNED OF TRUE LOVE AND HAPINESS! GOD SPARE MY SOUL..
Posted on: Sat, 29 Jun 2013 05:11:11 +0000