I was chatting with a friend and I realized that my best friend is my memories... No one can steal it from me.. I dont have to dress up my memories for any one.. I dont have to share it with anyone.. Not all my memories are good but I still treasure all of them as they belong to me and me only .
Saturday, May 03, 2014
Thursday, May 01, 2014
One argument and then....
Iam Hoping for what I want to hear and Iam on my knees
But I don't hear it and I watch u walk away among the swaying trees
I wish I knew which path u took
But you left me aching so much, that I cant even look
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