Dieing, crying, |
Smoking, toking, |
Misery loves company... |
Lonliness is misery.... |
One who is incapable of love, will never be able to find it...... |
Love never dies a natural death, it dies because we don't know how to replenish its source, it dies of blindness, errors, and betrayls. It dies of illness and wounds, it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing... |
You say you read me like a book, but the pages are all torn and frayed.... |