angels come to me when their wings get broken,
then forget about me when somebody else picks up their battered wings to fix it.
eventually they would fly sweetly together,
never even looking back to bid goodbye...
...just to bid goodbye.
...just to bid goodbye.
it is sad that they would only remember you in times of despair.
ReplyDeleteyeah... whats worse eh wala pang paalam... :)
ReplyDeleteexactly.
ReplyDeletehmm, sentimental yet sweet.
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