Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Waiting.
If I have been waiting,
Wont you come back?
Alone. Isnt some kind of punishment.
Its a weakness.
Darling. Just. Give. Up.
Im not gonna be yours anymore.
I had it with waiting, Im done.
Bravo, You have succeded in hurting me.
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