Tuesday, February 10, 2009
may be.....
When I think about what we used to be, I cry and cry in spite of me. It just seems crazy that was just last month, Just last month I barely cried one tear. Now I'm just hoping maybe tomorrow, Maybe tomorrow there'll be no more sorrow. Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a glance, Mybe tomorrow you'll give me one last chance. Maybe tomorrow you'll give me a call, Maybe tomorrow I won't cry at all. Maybe tomorrow you'll hug me tight, Maybe tomorrow you'll kiss me good night. Maybe tomorrow you'll take back my heart, Maybe you'll give me a brand new start. I'm living with dreams that won't come true, For you will never love me as I love you.
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what i have written is not a story...its reality...my reality!
But I don't want any sympathy simply because your sympathy has no damn power to make any improvement .....
So, plz DON'T SYMPATHIZE WITH ME.......!!