YMonday, March 06, 2006
7 march, 12.33am
love can be of many splended things, who cares abt another joy it brings, a dozen roses and diamond rings, dreams for sale and fairytales, it'll make u hear a symphony and u juz want the world to see. Like a drug it makes u blind and it can fool ya everything. The trouble with love is, it can tear you up inside, make ur heart believe a lie. Its stronger den your pride. The trouble with love is, it doesnt care hw fast u fall, and you cant refuse the call. See you've gt no say at all. Its in your heart, its in your soul. You've gt no control at all.
spoken.
