Thursday, February 20, 2014


Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, 
but willing to draw blood in its defense.


at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

  • (no title)
  • (no title)
    You can shed tears that he is gone,  or you can smile because he has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back, ...