You are beautifully independent, with a capital I,
When I see how you walk and talk, I cry a little.
How can a girl live a life that beautifully lonely?
When you invited me over then shut your door I sighed.
I didn't remember who you were. You were better than widdle
Me. Now I see you clearer. You don't love Yourself much. You lied,
You aren't totally independent, but rather you are lonely.
Love goes by and you don't do anything to catch it. I'll wait 'till
You realize your worth and when you need a friend. Then Ill be right there.
Yours forever Abb.
- Author: Tomo (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 15th, 2018 22:01
- Category: Love
- Views: 11
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