Friday, April 29, 2005 | 7:37 AM
on chelle's request (are we poetic or poetic?) :
Fear that catches hold of the heart.
Anger that grips so hard, one can't let go.
Love that flares with so much passion it hurts.
Grief that never forgets, and racks the soul forever.
chelle and i did tis durin G.P, aka
lesson la extreme boredom. it's THAT BAD. thank God for angels that he sent, disguised as friends, by ur side holdin ur hand, until the very end. *tis is called 'internal ryhme'...learnt frm lit lesson* Cheers! AMEN!