A stupid boy who
reminds of the eighties;
He has gone away.
Not stupid at all.
But with him I felt something.
And we weren't on drugs.
He is beautiful,
I felt his voice when he spoke
And we didn't have ***
I said, "I like you"
then he said, "I like you, too".
But it wasn't the same.
I made him breakfast
My heart was swollen tightly
Then he went away.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
A stupid boy who
reminds of the eighties;
He has gone away.
Not stupid at all.
But with him I felt something.
And we weren't on drugs.
He is beautiful,
I felt his voice when he spoke
And we didn't have ***
I said, "I like you"
then he said, "I like you, too".
But it wasn't the same.
I made him breakfast
My heart was swollen tightly
Then he went away.
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