love letter |
I am not sure what this may be or perhaps I really am still in denial, but every time I see you, my heart does not stop from beating so fast. It is as if I have come from miles away searching for some...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Mar 2004 02:40:00 GMT |
Unnamed |
She lay on her bed, hugging herself tight, blocking the sound of his voice singing in her mind. She wants to scream to make the songs stop playing, to make the thoughts of him cease from haunting her,...
Posted by on Wed, 24 Mar 2004 02:38:00 GMT |
there's nothing much.. |
sometimes i wonder, what is there really to think about to begin with.. do you always have to come up with something to say and make sense about it, if not totally at least partially? does words real...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Mar 2004 04:51:00 GMT |
