mercoledì 24 giugno 2009

That is, more over than a rose waiting for someone to clothe it. That is, more confusing than anything.. That is, no more goodbyes,
no more kisses, no more love.
And you know, I really miss the I-will-love-you-forevermore I really miss our forevers and our nevers I miss every time with you, Evry touch, every THING..
I miss you, I hate you, I love you, I need your warm embrace tonight. But,
I'm not ready to be your friend.

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