The pages of my old book,
Hold my memories of yesterday,
Every smile, every tear,
Every person who came my way,
Either good or bad, they left a mark.

Funny how one person can change the whole view of how you see everyone. She came into my life and I thought there's no one like her.
The minute things go sour that's when we say all girls are the same.

Tears are a result of the pains inflicted on the heart.
It is like a sledgehammer concentrated on the heart.
A heart is not like a glass though it breaks.
It doesn't get to be thrown away but it heals.

Joy is the results of things going well,
to a point where it's only the two of you who exist on earth.
Where your mind and heart agrees,
the manifestation will be your smile.
Memories are part of growth.