Saturday, August 29, 2009

It kills me with razor blade





Love is like mud and if you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain.
But you will get over the pain somehow, it will eventually stop hurting.
Now maybe the stain ruined my favorite jeans or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined.
But either way, the stain remains there.
And with time, it will begin to fade.
But it will always be there.
It's like a permanent reminder that me, too, once fell
.



and Ohh,

Innocent victims of Cupid,
Remember this terse little verse;
To let a fool kiss you is stupid, To let a kiss fool you is worse.




1 comment:

The Mannequin said...

It's weird that we feel so much pain and yet words cannot even come close to wat we feel inside.