My Diary 2003

Yesterday is History, Tommorrow is a Mystery, Today is a Gift, Thats why we call it the Present

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Words were planned
All beforehand...
But when i met up with thee
You just walked past me....

Left standing feeling sad and lonely
Wondering why you ignored me...
Hath i done something?
Which has caused this terriable feeling?