Tuesday, June 21, 2005
I wish you could see the way you kiss & how much I miss that.
I saw something that I wished I didn't. Sigh & I'm starting all my nonsense all over again. I'm not supposed to. Look around & ask how many had given up on me 'cos I refused to listen to their advices & continue doing stuff that I ain't supposed to.
Moving on, letting go, saying goodbyes.
That's what I'm supposed to do,
& I'm not doing it.
Crying a thousand river, looking back, missing you.
That's what I'm not supposed to do,
& I'm doing it.
I wonder what you're doing right at this moment. :
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; stick with you