Seekerohan

The day we stop yearning, is the day we stop learning.

No poem of mine will, be as beautiful as the one; I create on your lips.

And after everything been said and done, the mind only believes what our heart feels.

Some songs are never just ordinary songs, they become the memories you collect in your life.

No love is lost; unless we try, to make it last forever.

Pain withheld becomes hate, pain shared becomes love.

She kills her words, but somehow the feeling survives. And no matter where she buries them, he always sees them in her eyes.

You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves. The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.

You are to me,what wind is to dry leaves.The reason for me to fall,the reason for me to fly.