The Poet in Me.
August 31, 2009
On our own
You must've regret meeting me.
n i'm sorry for that.
We meet, become frens.
It was short but i enjoy every moment of it.
In that short moment you become my best fren, i fall in love wit you.
Thats it.
Nothin more. . . .
We are on our own.
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