I'm a picture without a frame.
A poem without a rhyme.
A car with three wheels.
A sun without fire.
I am a gun without bullets.
I am the truth without someone to hear it.
I am a feeling without someone to feel it.
This is who I am.
A mess without you.
Something beautiful with you.
-I Wrote This For You-
Monday, April 19, 2010
The Song Across The Wires
Posted by izzati noris at 10:45 PM
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