Thursday, February 19, 2009

For the times, just kept on passing

I showed up at his door, no gifts or explanations for the way that I'd been acting.

Please, please, be true. be true to me. I don't want to be just another one a day, disposable, a throw away. Please, please be true...to me.

I tried to kiss you lips
You said, let's put an end to this.

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