Enduring Pain of the Broken Heart!
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of
“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of
In a world that moves too fast, too loud, Where meaning hides beneath a crowd,
In tandem, joy and sorrow exist On emotional scale, like a mist Inseparable, and yet
In some momentslife carries you,from place to place,in some momentsleaves marksall over you body,and youwith