Love
It burns, the torture and hate that carries within me. My true love divides us both, how much it kills me not talking to you. To talk like we used to…why did you have to get drunk that night? I loved you and you took advantage of that! I don’t think you felt the same way, because if you did you would have done what you did all those times…I still love you and always will! It’s ok I’m slowly moving on and that’s what counts. But I want to be able to talk to you like we used to…before the trouble began. The rumours that are going around are nothing compared to what I used to get. Well now that they have stopped since I knocked that chick square in the face (Which she deserved) you won’t be having any more trouble!
 Tree Angel · Sun Aug 20, 2006 @ 02:11pm · 0 Comments |
