Residing in hell
Lonely i remain...
Today i want to do green things
Eavesdrop on the gossip of leaves...
Out of you and the mirror on the wall,
Neither of you see me at all...
If someone you love hurts you , cry a river , build a bridge and get over it. I'm at the getting over part , but my bridge collasped and now i'm back struggling with the river again =( |
A word can turn a key in the door or a knife through a heart |