mariosonicfan16

Life is precious, Yet so fragile. Like a flower in full bloom, Although it may be pretty, Too much sun, Or too much water, And it will disintegrate. Who would of thought That something so beautiful Can be oh so delicate? That’s why we must make the most of it This so called life. We are given it for a reason. A purpose. We find that purpose down the road Of this so called life And fulfill it to the maximum Because we never know What day, What time, What place, We may wilt. Life is precious, Yet so fragile. So fulfill Your so called life With everything you possibly can. Because you never know When you will wilt. By Ra1nb0w-Ph0en1x Dedicated To My Lola, With Love.