I know that it's over, that it could not last,

You wanted a friend; I went to fast.

You said you wanted us to just stay friends,

But now that you know how I feel, even that'll end.

It's okay. I'm fine. I'll find another.

Someone else to talk to, to be a lover.

It won't be the same. How could it be?

You're more than gifted-beautiful, brilliant, designed perfectly.


  • Author: anima aurea (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2019 21:14
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 14


  • psychofemale

    I've been there, love this one.

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