Forgive my obvious mistake of loving you
Get well from this sickness of being so loved
I wish you all the happiness one can offer
At least half of all you got and never noticed
Be kind at leading your stupid things again
I´m out of your mechanic way of gain
Please doubt of my words
It´s my pleasure to make them worse
You deserve all of me and more
More to come oh baby baby
¬¬ k.p
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
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