Did the flowers always smeled so good or is it that i was stabbed by the arow of love.
Who know. I sure don't.
Is it possible to fall in love?
Books were written from the begining of time about it but do they really mean it?
Has anyone loved so deep to go as far to stab his own heart?
Has anyone love so much that he could sacrifice his happiness for theirs?
Has anyone loved so dear that it lasted until their permenent sleep?
I've been wondering this for quite some time.
Why am I bleeding?
Why do i hold a thorn?
Why have i stabbed me so deep in to the soul?
I've been wondering all those things as i'm disapearing to this lonely world.
