The story of my life.
to love is to be loved, or so they say. better to have loved and lost then to never have loved at all, its just not the same. Love is more like a four letter lie, a word ment to destroy, to demolish. Willing to risk everything for a smiple smile, irrisistable, yet uncontrollable. you can watch your whole life crash and burn, looking you square in the eye, not a single flinch, no regrets, never. the tears are enough to drown the city. But still youll let go, push away from the mother you once trusted, leave the father you once knew, and forget the family you once cherrished, youll question who you are. no clues in place to help you solve the case, Acomplished feeling graveling in your mind as you ponder in wonder, your verry being is to be destroyed, and still you do nothing, you ask me how i know? and i will tell you this, it is the story of my life, the outcome of a slow long awaited tragedy fell its place into my lap, listen and feel as i reveal such a pain to you as to open your eyes to my suprize, as i lye here thinking and wondering of what is to become.