I may die rich, or I may die poor. Good, or bad. Alone, or together.
But I promise you,
I will die an honest man. I will speak my heart. I will not pretend to be more than I am.
Let God be my judge.
Monday, 26 October 2009
Happiness and sorrow Every hope and broken dream Now drifting out of reach The rules of life that hold me Back from that I long I cannot wish for Now Either wait or hope When time will bring For I can and cannot do Everything alone
Saturday, 17 October 2009
He had heard that women often love unattractive, simple people, but he did not believe it, because he judged by himself, and he could only love beautiful, mysterious and special women.
There are places I'll remember All my life Though some have changed Some forever Not for better Some have gone and some remain All these places have their moments With lovers and friends I still can recall Some are dead and some are living In my life I've loved them all
But of all these friends and lovers There is no one Compares with you And these memories Lose their meaning When I think of love As something new
Though I know I'll never lose affection For people and things that went before I know I'll often stop and think about them In my life I love you more
Monday, 12 October 2009
Is there a mental illness where the only things you want are the things you can't have?
Because I think I have that.
They say the grass is always greener on the other side, but why does the other side have to be so far away?
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