Saturday, May 31, 2008
{ 10:13 AM }
There is love that hates
I wish it was never born to create
The person that i use to contact
has fallen of from the wall like a bluetack
When i have a chance to walk right past
i wasted it,
i didnt even realise it was the last
A beautiful flower that could'nt be bought
How use to be able to chat n talk
For hours n now u can
Barely even look at them...