Thursday, August 18, 2011
The woes we said,
the past we had,
the things undone,
the pictures left behind.
The pain you had, I see it all.
The effort you made, it has justified.
But never can we be the same again.
Times has passed and we have changed,
but one thing remain:
Till the day that we die, the story will not come to an end.
1:07 AM
