May 2014
Just when I thought I've found you,
Behind my back,
Speaking of the most wretched things,
Breaking me.
Behind my back,
Speaking of the most wretched things,
Breaking me.
I was wrong to trust people again. To even speak of it. There's one person, and one person only whom I can give my heart to.
Edit: Just noticed this is my 69th poem. Thought I'd make a note of that...
Edit: Just noticed this is my 69th poem. Thought I'd make a note of that...
