27 August, 2007
17 August, 2007
"little white book"
My dearest little white book:
I'll miss
the pretty things we created
I'll miss
the ugly things we said
I'll miss
the dirty secrets we shared
I'll miss
the places we went
I'll miss
the weight you put on my bag
I'll forgive your sudden depart
I know you've came a long long way
I know you've done your part
I know you're exhausted
I know you've gave up
Therefore
your soul
buried in my heart
till
the day I depart
from this world
Aug. 2007
I'll miss
the pretty things we created
I'll miss
the ugly things we said
I'll miss
the dirty secrets we shared
I'll miss
the places we went
I'll miss
the weight you put on my bag
I'll forgive your sudden depart
I know you've came a long long way
I know you've done your part
I know you're exhausted
I know you've gave up
Therefore
your soul
buried in my heart
till
the day I depart
from this world
Aug. 2007
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