there she goes…
like a body without its soul….

there she goes…
like a Lioness roaring against the wind…..

there she goes…
like a distant thunder on a rainless night…

“CLEO”… miss you …
You were my comfort when I felt like a needed someone ..
You were my trophy when I needed to celebrate…
None other can fill the gaping hole u left… or rather its the void that I’ve created …

For those who intend to go abroad for studies in year or so, please please don’t get yourself a BIKE…
because when you let her go….
you’ll only wish that you hadn’t…