sâmbătă, 22 decembrie 2012

Strangers



You always see me as I am he said. That's your curse... and that's my comfort. Then he smiled at me. He grabbed his coat and his girl and walked away.
So I thought to myself : once you`ve seen his true face you can never love it.
But I could. And I did.
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Un comentariu:

  1. Dragos FRD16 ianuarie 2013 la 13:24

    Bine bine....dar mai scriem si noi un articol, o poezie, ceva?

    Pentru ca....chiar imi e dor.

    RăspundețiȘtergere

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