Love that we can not have
is the one that last the longest,
hurts the deepest..
and feels the strongest.
About Me
- ~* Dia *~
- But Heaven which judges equally, And its own laws will still maintain, Rewarded soon her cruelty With a deserv'd and mighty pain: About this squalid heap of bones, Her wand'ring and condemned shade, Laments in long and piercing groans The destiny her rigour made, And the more to augment her right, Her crime( that she Loved) is ever in her sight
3 comments:
I so agree... and well my fb status yehi hai ab :p
* flattered * :)
From rivers of rain I presume, My love for her was never meant.
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