( From the book of Heroes )
I'll take the touch of his lips,she said.
I'll take the touch of his hair.
But all she has is a photograph of an unsuspecting stare;
So she pins it up by a lampposts
And she tells herself he's lost;
For this is the price of destruction;
- This is the hell of the cost.
We cannot forget our loved ones
We do not forget our friends
Till time itself be over and every friendship ends.
I will always hold on… Continue