Posted on August 3, 2009 at 7:00am
What a life it has been,
a life brought out as a teen.
Love is, of course a part of it,
a memorable feeling, one must keep!
This guy I love is a dying rose,
wasting his life like a prose,
He is the sun of my day,
and the stars twinkle, as I lay.
I knew him miles ago,
I wonder why he has to go?
It kept me lonely for sometime,
for he had PROMISED ME LOVE
now tell me is it a… Continue