All the books i've read,
All the poems always say,
That a heart is made to share.
Joy's not found in things
Such as necklaces and rings
But in love that's always there.
I forgot th last sentence..
I thought of it while i bath, LOL.


She walks as the sunsets, alone, remembering all the memories of them together, with tears trickling down her cheek..


To the world, you may be somebody.. But to somebody, you may be the world..