My words are just mere silver linings to what i think...
just somehow in my rectangled bed...
I'm waaay too tired..
sometimes even just to think..
heartaches were a mere chapter in my night stills..
I may be weak..
but I know I can make it..
It's just a simple mixture of triumphs and tragedies..
Help me breathe again..
By: Emery 5/3/07; 9:59 pm .. http://www.emerywrites.blogspot.com/