well. I am alone and heartbroken. But i will not forget nor let die this love. So every day i will compose some poetry for my love. whom i may never speak to or see again less it is in my dreams.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
My Being
Blissful days, I no longer know, Whilst these dark nights, Pass by so slow, Cold and alone, Is where i stay, In of myself, I am ashamed.
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