I luk upon lyf as a
book & d ppl I luv r lyk
Rosepetals kept b/w d
pages
Ech tym I turn a pg of
my lyf
I find a Rosepetal
reminding me of my
beutiful memoriz (:
We act as though comfort & luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us really happy is something to be enthusiastic about.
I could fill a thousand pages, telling you how i felt, and you still would not understand. So now I leave, without a sound, except that of my heart shattering as it hits the ground
i kept all my feelings for u in a glass n put it in a locker.....
but today when i was filling it up with more ur phone rang...and the glass broke......
