i live in a zone of worries and danger, a mind full of love and hate, but to see a friendship fade, to feel im living a lie, and yet to wounder, ' is she the one i have yet to know, childhood friends, loveing careing friends. to think weres my sister the one i have once loved,
to think and breath each day. who are you and weres my friend,
i myself once knew. for dreams have come true but disires fade, i seem to wounder is friendship just a snowflake melting away. she who crys her self to sleep may wounder, 'what have i done'. to reamember the hopes and dreams we once shared
what to think, but to care
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