Tuesday, August 10, 2010


  When you treat us like seasons,the longer we stay, the more you hate.As winter's breath bites, you pray for sun and curse it again calling for rain,and the cycle goes on. when its near, you hate. when far, you cry.For your sake, the seasons leave away. we leave away. she leaves away.

~ "Friendship" (Love. Hatred. Any em...otion.)

1 comment:

  1. . some songs thrive in biting winds ... in a scorching sun ... and in melancholic rains ... this is one of them ... it saunters, meanders and lingers ...

    - serah