the sun is down and smoke fills the air
yellow blue orange and red clouded the sky
a cigar in my hand and a hanger to hold onto
this day comes to an end with a thought of you.....
..........again
my world stops and my hand begins to write
this crazy late afternoons when i think of you
.....and i hope you miss me too
i hate to see people suffering but i always end up hurting other peoples feeling, specially the ones i love. maybe i dont really love them, but i do..... or maybe not really.
L-O-V-E is such a confusing word. i tend to misuse it a lot of times. i dont wanna live another day coz i know tomorrow i could possibly hurt you, you & you.
can anyone tell me what is L-O-V-E ???......
