We are the childrens of Darkness, for we hides in dark corners ... to cry. |
We are always in our own company. |
Life is a way of dying over time.. |
Love is like a fire, when it start, it burn brightly over time if you don’t take care of it it fade away, in the end, all that remain is firebrands and ashes. |
There is no pain greater than this; no the cut nor the fire. Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing someone, before you truly have learned of its value. Often now I lift my cup in a futile toast, an apology to ears that cannot hear |
There is no pain greater than this; Nothing burns in your heart like the emptiness of losing someone, before you truly have learned of its value. Often now I lift my cup in a futile toast, an apology to ears that cannot hear |
Just when you think you've finally hit bottom, someone tosses you a shovel. |
History repeats itself. It has to, no-one listens. |
Love is a perky little elf dancing a merry little jig and then, suddenly, he turns on you with a miniature machine gun |
Women are like parking spots... |