I was ready to fight for us, but I couldn’t do it all alone,I needed to hear just three words from you to keep on fighting, I was ready to stand up to anyone for us but it wasn’t the same with you.
She carved an equation on her notepad, one mark led to another, like drawing The Starry Night. Her hands were bony, but they were as firm and precise as the hands of Michelangelo.
The ground is still wet and sore, From yesterday’s blood and gore. Still the morning air with cries is rent, Of men, women and children innocent.
The old man turned to look at me. “Is my son one of them?” he asked, and I saw that there were tears on the patient’s cheeks.
The day I will always regret that I was not there when he breath his last, I was not there to listen to him, I was not there to hold his hand and say you will be fine papa, I will not let you go.
He was sneaking a peek at her. Their eyes met and she knew she was falling for him.There was something about the way he looked at her.
Before long, the heated exchange of words turned into an ugly brawl. Jordan swung his rod at Mark. Mark groaned in agony; a scarlet fluid gushed out! BLOOD!
You can only reap what you have sown. True indeed? But one can reap only if one has sown in the first place. Start sowing your seeds so you don’t miss out the harvest.
Regret, sadness, loneliness, these 3 things might be part of most of the people. There are more than six billion people in this world. Some are finding answers, some are running from the truth
He was good through all those days. He did not even think twice before leaving her alone. He even felt shame to claim any relation with her