im actually teacher |
As the days gone by
I'm still yearning...
Like the tears that grows on my eye and dies on...
I live the painful life...
When you have your won corss to bear
when you don't have anyone to share...
Will it ever be the same
for little that my tears maybe...
The days we dazzle
the night we frazzle...
Dear silence i am writing you this
for i don't have a friend...
Life is a man with many agenda which lives us with many question |
An empty prommes has no head to think of love |
Everyone is for gold |