Wen i was a baby i was afraid to lose my mom,
Wen i was a kid i was afraid to lose my toy,
nw im older my fear grew bigger n im afraid
to lose som1 like u Baby Al..
They say everything happens for a reason, im left here still trying to figure out the reason you came and left so fast...
it was totally pointless, im just left here completely heartbroken. . . :(
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet
My soul is on fire, peace is no way near, my heart is broken and restless, my eyes all red with tears,
my body acheing with pain, sleep turned into nightmare, i think this is the end for me or s it the starting of love. . . ? ? ?
Bichedte hue yaad de jayenge
Khud sone se pehle unhi ko 1 khwab de jayenge
Unhe gila hai ke hm jawab nahin dete
Saanso ke rukne se pehle har jawab dy jayenge
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony.
Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.
