“ Who is this woman, and what has she done with my ever worrying mother? ”
Sing swan, Spring swan then lets fly.Follow the pretty bird across the sky.Call swan, Fall swan, then lets rest.Tucked in the branches of your quiet nest.
~ Shannon Messenger
Sheesh, one hot girl walks into the house and all trust vanishes. -Vane Weston
When someone you love dies, part of you dies with them. It's why your never the same after losing someone.
Sometimes things have to get worse before they get better.
