Thursday, 26 February 2009

Big and Chunky

din colectia sa mai si radem

Wednesday, 25 February 2009

Sunday, 22 February 2009


Sometimes when I`m alone I cry
Cause I am on my own
The tears I cry are bitter and warm
The flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear to confiding
I would cry among my treasured friend
But who do you know that stops that long
To help another to carry on
The world moves fast
And it would rather pass by
Then to stop and see what makes one cry
So painfull and sad
And sometimes…
I cry
And no one cares about why