jueves, noviembre 19, 2009

Thoughts of a dying romantic

What went wrong? It was not just me, I was sincere. I made every mistake for love's sake. I'm trying to pick up the hundreds of pieces of my glass-made heart; they are all around throughout the city, in every corner where we kissed. I was not O.K. but I knew I'll be, you seemed to be unwilling to believe. I had my hopes, secretly guarded between my underwear and dozens of useless thoughts. But they're gone with your frozeness, your new words, those which still do not make any sense in my stubborn head clapped in time in the month of July...you did not love me by that time, you were just giving me a trial time. Finally and unfortunately, I'm no more than one name on a list, an former "friend"...a future friend?

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