a willow stands
Sometimes knowing the fact that we will be hurt still we can't control our love
Let's run away... let's free ourselves of all the sorrow...
Just a really short poem I got out of my notebook...I know it's really bad!
let time heals what ever the amount of sorrow we bare...
I couldn't handle being here anymore... so a bird was created to carry my pain away from me, to do and see what I cannot.
I don't want to be the journey, I want to be the destination. I don't want to be a chapter, I want to be the whole story...
When will this wait be over? When will this weight be released from my shoulders?
In a side, a dream was becoming true, while on the other side, a nightmare was taking place.
Sometimes knowing the fact that we will be hurt still we can't control our love
Let's run away... let's free ourselves of all the sorrow...
Just a really short poem I got out of my notebook...I know it's really bad!
let time heals what ever the amount of sorrow we bare...
I couldn't handle being here anymore... so a bird was created to carry my pain away from me, to do and see what I cannot.
I don't want to be the journey, I want to be the destination. I don't want to be a chapter, I want to be the whole story...
When will this wait be over? When will this weight be released from my shoulders?
In a side, a dream was becoming true, while on the other side, a nightmare was taking place.