why are we here
My love, I have tried with all my being to grasp a form comparable to thine own,but nothing seems worthy; I know now why Shakespeare could not compare his love to a summer's day It would be a crime to denounce the beauty of such a creature as thee.
it wont get easier to smile when she break your heart.
she'll tear you to pices and rip it apart.
dont say i didnt warn you its not like she cares
she doesnt give a damn if its only a dare