A pretty poem.
Posted August 8, 2007
My hearts has been torn to peases.
Things should get better.
but the only get worse because there is only you.
every were i turn.
every were i go.
your image is always in my head.
it is as if you were right next to me.
your bresth agenst my neck.
go away and stay away.
never return.
♥
anit it so pretty. hahaha. i just came up with it out of know were.
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