Man is biodegradable; his mistakes are not. And sometimes I feel man cannot delay his degradation prior to his death.
Is it still considered a heartache when in fact, it's your entire body and soul that feel broken?
I think I found my soulmate. Only someone like me can plague me beyond my limits.
If money isn't everything, why do we toss coins into wishing wells?
Many writers must have realized human fiction is making much more out of the sense that our reality unfailingly lacks.
I can't read your lips unless they touch mine.
Nothing is better than to have me look after you with love