Hannah, I always cherish your friendship. I wish I could give you something for your birthday. But nothing is worth how much you mean to me. I just wrote down this poem for you. Hope you like it.
I woke up one morning and was brushing my hair
There you stood so cutely in your night wear
That was when we spoke for the very first time
From that day onwards you made sure I'm fine
Together...
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Thursday, August 16, 2012
I HATE IT WHEN I HURT YOU

Sadness has filled my heart tonight
Darkness has over shadowed the light
Oh I wish everything could be alright
I hate it when i hurt u
Please do tel me the things you hide
I really never meant to keep you aside
My guilt is killing me deep inside
I hate it when i hurt u
How do I tel you that I hate to fight
Being fine is all what I delight
Im crying with silent tears as I write
I...
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)