Hoping is like committing suicide…
Hanging…
With no one to catch…
Or with someone to catch but with a hole…
A hole? Its in my heart…
A heart that may stop beating because of pain…
A pain endured by a loving soul, a soul embracing thorns…
Therefore, love is like an oxygen, yet a fallacy.
Mimi and Ned, September 29, 2008, 2:39am