When I was young and I heart to my mother I would go to,to wipe my eyes that cry. As I moved forward with my life I found that things didn't make me so sad when things went bad,only to steel my resolve to be stronger or mad. Then one day I discover love,how strange,how odd,I felt like on a cloud above. Walking on air knowing I had someone ther to love me only no more to be lonely when she told me she cares. What a fool I became she was always on my brine filling me with pssaon driving me insane. Time went by till the day she sad goodbye,then I understood why had eyes that cry.
Don't be afrade to let your feeling go,let me show.David
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"Bitter sweet is young love....the agony....the aching....the wild reckless joy.."