Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Some say love it is a river that drowns the tender reed.Some say love it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.An endless, aching need I say love it is a flower and you it's only seed.It's the heart afraid of breaking that never learns to dance it's the dream afraid of waking that never takes the chance.It's the one who won't be taken,who cannot seem to give and the soul afraid of dying that never learns to live.When the night has been too lonely and the road has been too long and you think that love is only,For the lucky and the strong.Just remember in the winter,far beneath the bitter snow lies the seed that with the sun's love,In the spring, becomes the rose.
TO YOU:
Let SEE.lol.
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