my search for happiness, by amanda Subscribe to rss feed for amanda

days working, nights crying
 time flying
 I feel me dieing.

 wishing on a star
 that somewhere maybe far,
 I found what I have lost
 a happy soul without the cost.

 without the sorrow,
 without the pain,
 with sunny days
 and calming rains

 missing my smile,
 this feeling is vile.
tearing me apart
 stomping on my heart

 a wish for just a wish
 a truth behind a kiss
 and even with a little
 i'll forever stand so brittle

 looking for the light
 to finally end this fight
Posted: 2013-06-07 15:23:43 UTC

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2013-07-09 09:33:49George Chow
I work as a landlord. I have time to spend with love. Either you travel to Taipei. Or i go to your place someday.