Wednesday, June 21, 2006
I'm hopelessly wishing -
is it a bad thing?
my thoughts could run wild,
at your sweet smile.
grunts I, can hardly help it.
if Tuesdays were pale,
you've painted them real
'tis affection gives life to heart.
sadly weeks turned to grey,
you were not here to stay -
until the last,
and Alas! you spoke.
(:
time to read again.
10:57 PM;
