LiFe
Sunday, April 24, 2005
[ last edited by *celly on 2:08 AM ]
2:08 AM



Each night to bed i go, with my heart troubled and sunken. Like a knife that cuts through my heart, the pain blanks out my mind, only to think about you. This love seems to be frozen by your coldness and ignore, but here i am, still standing with arms open wide, waiting for you. Is this pure foolishness or is this what i really think it is? Love. Affirm my uncertainties.