Tuesday

Once again.

Every time i see the smoke wanish, 
It comes back to me.
I am the smoke, I wanish.
Day after day, escaping from who i am.
I just hope someday you will know, 
That someday is not like today and you will see, how much i truly love you
even tho we both have made too many mistakes, 
I shall always remind you , every single bit of them , and 
of how much i love you.
I wish i could be the girl , whos perfect , 
but i know , you prolly love the dark side of me more.
I LOVE YOU.
I hope you know.
But more thn anything, I hope, You will never forget it.



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