Monday, July 14, 2008
She's injured,
I'm wounded.
I will press on,
for the future I see in us.
A word from you could save me,
yet isolation could kill.
I'm running out of breathe
but I'll keep on going.
To get through this,
it requires us both.
No worries,
I'll fight your part.
Hoping you'll always beside me.
Some only learn to treasure them after losing them but why not
let's try treasuring them every moment as though they'll leave any moment.
Would you really want to realise how important they're only after losing them?
Live with no regrets my friends.
Labels: I'm always okay~ Yea I try but I fail sometimes
