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
Love is born with the pleasure of looking at each other,
It is fed with the necessity of seeing each other,
And is concluded with the impossibility of separation.
When My Father Hates Me
I Never Think To Die
When My Frnds Hate Me Inever Think To Die
But...
When My Lover Said That Now She Hate Me
I Thought To Die.Why
How Does A Stranger Becomes That Much Close To My Heart
