One's broken heart,
Becomes another treasure...
There are times when I look back,
Most of it because of you...
To love somebody,
You must first handle their mistakes...
A journey to each heart,
Plays a role...
Live and strive,
for what that is right...
When regrets fill within, add new promises today, and tommorow will never be a past. |
The image of thyself comes from our words that we speak.... |