Monday, 25 May 2009

Retract.
Boy's not so bad,
Take back all I said,
In hope for all I had.

Tyrant.
Boy's got a temper.
Untimely, heaven sent

Dead.
Girl's got a temper.
And sorry I can't but hope you forgive
I long for the bruises;
Any reminder of you.

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