Just when all hope is lost, I need that beautiful place, where everything would be perfect...
Let my wings take me there...
Sunday, January 06, 2008
the question kept resurfacing itself in my head sub-consciously its too late i guess to take a step back to see if it was right after all am i too overly paranoid or is this just a passing phrase of cross-roads
i guess i rather realise that i'm making the wrong decision now then realising it later when darl is away at least i would have him to fall back to coax me back everything is alright things would be better in a more desirable state cos somehow i feel that i'm not gonna take it well if things really turn out otherwise
i've got too much too lose and each day i was praying and hoping my guiding stars would shine on me and let me know take this path with confidence jus like every other cross-roads i've faced for the past nineteen years and i find the prayer getting increasingly louder each night when i'm alone believing in yourself seems like a sky high phrase now to me i could not seem to embrace and do it
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