A thousand lies and a thousand cries. It never hurt as much as hearing your good-byes. Our last kiss, is it really just that, our last? You not loving me is an awful spell and unto me it was cast. Living without you is like living

It's not 14 karat gold, it's not a big diamond but to me it's worth a lot more. So rare to find, you can't even find it that easily in a store. But as I lie it in the palm of your hands, I trust that you will

I've walked down a road that has taken me to many places. I've seen many things and many faces. Some I'm sure I'll forget and others I'll remember. And I'll see many more walking down this road everyday from January to December. Sometimes my road leads me