Up from below I come
A bit of poetry, a bit of this and that.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
To Him.
Thanks to you. I can finally forget but not forgive The others for making me feel so rotten.
And I have someone who cares and tells me about himself, And all we do is kiss.
And talk about all the rotten things about our past`s.
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