October 2009
1 post
How I wish, Lovely Girl;
that you were talking about me.
If only,
If only.
Each day without you it gets harder to breathe and easier to cry.
Come wipe my eyes, please.
When I see your smile, tears run down my face. I can’t replace. Now that I’m stronger I’ve figured out; how this world turns cold and breaks through my soul. And I know I’ll find deep inside, I can be the one. I will never...