The submission place is a bit awkward, didn't read everything so i was confused,
anway, here's the page, as silly as it seems.
made of ripped hearts waving far away,
only my memory stays still, as i say.
Looking to sky,
oh, how many people wished to fly?
i don't know,
beacuse life's harshness is a mainpart of god's show
Last Edit: March 23, 2010, 03:37:16 PM