Flames to dust ............ lovers to friends........why do all good things come to a end...?
Honestly what will become of me dont like reality its to clear to me honestly life is dandy....
the dogs where barking at the new moon whistling a new tune hoping it would come soon
the dogs where barking at the new moon whistling a new tune hoping it would come soon and they could die!
Love holds many keys to different places of where our souls want to be
