How can you tell the sun not to shine, when clouds exist. How can you ask leaves not to fall when wind exists. How can you tell me not to fall in love when you exist.
Its hard to live alone,
harder to choose sumone to luv,
but the hardest part of loving
is to admit tht u''ve fallen in luv
wid sum 1 who can never be urs
SomeTimes . . .
I Wanna Cry . . . But When I Remember
All Good Moments That
I Had By Your Side. . .
I Feel Better . . .
This Remind Me That You’ve Changed My Whole Life
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
