Dramalifedeathsadness Stories

love is a year of lies a bundle of guys a year of lust and the misfortune of trust love is cold like an icicle on your tounge and burns bright like the bright sun some wander with an idea unknown others go on an adventure to roam I use to believe in fairy tales and happiness, and now I believe in reality and sadness, I use to believe that our world was a place wear dreams cane true, now I know that our world is wear we and all dreams come to die, it is so hard to hide those screaming feelings in side that never go away or die the ones that linger until its our time to fly .