Friday, September 30, 2005
Tis true, love is a fickle thing.
It comes and goes upon the wing.
It soars to heights beyond the stars
Then leaves thy soul with empty scars.
But if it’s truly in thy heart,
it shall remain, it can’t depart.
Better to pay the lonely cost,
Than be the one who loved and lost.
Life is to hard for me to take,
I just want to let go of it all.
Tonight will be the night,
That I will take my own life.
Qing Ying; 11:24 PM