A bird prposed white rose.Ros said wen i'turn red,i'll luv u.D bird cuts his body n poured blood on roseNw rose luvs d bird,bt bird's no more.THAT LOVE
i try 2 take d pain away`by findin sum1 new,`bt dn i came 2 realyz`no1 cmpares 2u`&evn f i luk around`pretndin nt 2cry`il alwyZ go bak d day`u finaly sed gudby
Love is like a pendulum which hangs between tears and smiles. Days will turn into weeks & weeks will turn into years. I will remember U through silent tears.
The only way 2 love is not finding the perfect person bt by loving the imperfect person perfectly.`True love doesnt hav a happy ending.```it simply doesnt end.
The begning of love is to let those wo love be perfectly them selves and not to twist them to fit our own image otherwise we only love the reflections of ourselves we find and them.
