age 14 |
Cold as an iceberg,
Stinging like a bee...
A knife is calling her,
It is whispering her name...
An overflowing glass is filled with tears.
But yet they persist streaming down her face...
Softly falls the rain.
The drops whisper their secrets...
So cold,
And so dangerous...
It's so much easier to forget what you've lost than to remember what you still have. |
Love something until you have no choice but to let it go. |
Every girl fell for him but one. She happened to be the one he loved. |