Why
Why do we begin if we don't plan to finish?
Why do we love if we don't want to get hurt?
Why do we live if someday we must die?
Why do we smile if we really hurt inside?
Why do we begin if we don't plan to finish?
Why do we love if we don't want to get hurt?
Why do we live if someday we must die?
Why do we smile if we really hurt inside?
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Life is not just waking up one morning and saying, "Ok, I want this to happen."
It's about getting out there and going for it...
Life is full of surprises,
I waited on your kiss,
Your warm embrace;
I waited on your lips and the way your hands twist.
I waited on your excuse,
in Dying Poems
I have to go,
I must go for I can no longer stay here,
there or anywhere,
I must die today, ...
My sister supposedly shot herself... I still can't come to that understanding because I knew her too well... she ran off her of the emotions... I know deep down she did not mean to do...
I believed when you said that you loved me,
I believed when you said you would never leave me,
I believed when you said you had to study,
I even believed you again when you said you and me forever.
you say you love me
but I'm afraid that I can not say it too,
I do not think that I love you,
let alone like you.
I can relate to this poem so much. its like the story of my life. keep up the good work.....=]
my family is great
my family is fun
we are there for each other
and everybody knows to run