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Lost days, pictures fade.
Absence, may cost more than just anything. How can there be pain in a place where there is so much joy? A loving relationship is the most awesome experience in the world. This is why it also holds the potential for so much sadness. There are so many things that can go wrong. But you must remember, if you might not have the chance to be with her again, you may just break down and cry. But please smile while crying, let her know that you will be fine without her even if you're not, because she may be happier without your presence. |
Reminiscence.
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Friday, August 13, 2010
The hottest love has the coldest end. I opened myself up I let it all out I told you everything because i had no doubts but now im left with nothing because you didnt feel the same all i have is a broken heart and im the one to be blamed Seeing you everyday isn't what hurts the most.. is seeing you while your starring at her that kills.. Briuses my heal but scares are never forgotten Why do we sleep when the next day we wake to still live with yesterday Remember the feelings, remember the day My stone heart was breaking My love ran away So I say goodbye To everything I thought I knew To Everything I thought of you To the love I thought was true To every one of the chances I blew So I whisper It one last time 'goodbye I love you...' and slowly pull the triger My heart is broken torn in two my world fell apart all because of you There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy. My knight and *SHINING* armor turned out to be a LOSER in alluminum foil... How come whenever i think i'm standing strong, you somehow pull me back down Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion. It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all. They say that you can't lie to yourself, well I told myself I wouldn't fall in love with you...and here I am Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart. Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair. Every nite i ask god to make me feel nothing but love ,but if you really think about it love is nothing but pain Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing. If you would be loved, love and be lovable. I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived. 8:40 AM
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