Perhaps someday I can see, the vine growing along with me. A blossom perhaps it shall bear, infused with love, joy, and care. And with blossom perhaps the thorns, from moments where the heart was torn. But the joy will outweigh the sorrow, and I can move on then with tomorrow.
Yeah.... was bored.... wrote it in 5 seconds.
Cesteel · Sun Jul 26, 2009 @ 06:38am · 0 Comments |