*and every time it rains are the angels crying?* cold's words tear me apart. i love cold. i am ashamed for my lack of strength for my broken promises for giving in to my pain red on white like a candy cane who said pain couldnt be beautiful? im sorry for the broken promises old habits die hard. hehe...no one understands this poem...definitly a good thing. goodnight. -me my rosary broke. it was a bracelet rosary that was special to me, and it broke out of nowhere the other day. i dont know what to do with it now. it feels cold in my hand as i pray.