IBANG KLASE!
wired-weird:
Lost love is still love. it takes a different form, that’s all.
You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around the dance floor, but when those senses weaken, another heightens.
Memory.
Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Life has to end.
Life.
Love doesn’t.
THAT MAN AND HIS BOUQUET
.
There’ll be a man
Who takes you on a date
Someone who’s willing to wait
.
There’ll be a man
Who gives you a bouquet
Someone who surprises you everyday
.
There’ll be a man
Who makes you smile
Someone who makes life all the more worthwhile
.
But don’t hurry, never worry.
Wait as long as you can
Coz someday, sometime…
.
There’ll be a man.