A poem by me You said it with the ease, But it makes a difference, Dying by you would make me please, Because living without you isnt my preference, My Dreams, My Promises to me for the best, To Stand aside the Crowd you put me Through. Sometimes she Care, or leave to the rest, When I care, her abnormal Attention i drew. I still chase your confused heart, Even after you treat be like all, Not being Special for you hurt I know youre hard to make fall.
Posted on: Sun, 26 Jan 2014 09:56:55 +0000