Love |
Love is like a thought,
never to be bought,
for the pain that I have recieved,
true love is hard to believe,
like a rose,
as it comes,
as it goes,
like a leaf,
there for awhile,
dying slowly,
to form ...
Posted by on Thu, 24 May 2007 20:48:00 GMT |
Friends |
A true friend is not the one you call to bail you out off trouble, But the one in trouble with you saying that was fun.
Posted by on Thu, 24 May 2007 20:44:00 GMT |
