Friday, October 06, 2006
InwardConfloption
jialing's birfdae todae. wel, evrythn wasn' as smooth. fusses were implement'd. bt wel, deres limitations to wht i can do; wht i can handle. al i kno is dat, i'v burnt a hole in muh pocket. for real. i hit dis tragedy upon myself, for not heed'n to advices. noone's to blame, bt myself.
no matt'r hw hard dey fight bac wif a shield, concussions wil nvr stop pounc'n on lover's bac.
dis is whr mutual understand'n comes in.
wen da sun goes down;
dey kno, true love counts.
and though at times a thread may break,
a new one forms in its wake;
to bind us closer and keep us strong
-In a special world, where we belong
shes pinn'n for tomorrow. da day for her to set her eyes on him; da day she'v bn long'n for;
nite and dae.
SHE's stil heart'n HIM so much.