I m a paper, you can write ur feeling, Scribble ur anger, Use me 2 absorb ur tears, Dont throw me after use, But When u feel cold I wil burn myself to warm you
Luv is born with the pleasure of luking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation!
Love is like a cloud... love is like a dream... love is 1 word and everything in between... love is a fairytale come true... Coz I found love when I found U
if i die 2nyt`it would b alright`4 i finaly found d 1`ive bin waitin 4`my whole life`if i die 2nyt`it would be ok`for bein wid u`is bein in heaven anyway.
