Baby, smile the world is waiting.
Your eyes show desire.
My heart beats like wild.
Your touch, your hair, I can't forget.
Yes, its true, I'm thinking and miss you.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Friday, November 5, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Why do they say the past is the past when memories are still there to haunt you and taunt you? Why try to forget something that you once loved, cared about, had in your heart and mind? Why does the past haunt you, showing you your mistakes at every moment you lived, at every breath you take? Why live the past, when present looks so tempting? Why be scared of the future you hold in your own hands? Why be scared to face your past in the present? Everyday, at every moment? At breath?