There’s a woman who knows only sorrow,
and cries only tears of ink,
and I know why she keeps her heart protected,
she is made up of words, and the ink from her eyes,
are writing tragedy upon her cheek.
| hey this is preatty good sure would of been alot greater if u wrote a bit more over all good write, ty||| Posted on 2006-12-27 00:00:00 | by ty | [ Reply to This ] |