In the morning I sit and think of you hoping my thoughts of you are true in the morning I wonder is it really over between me and you? In the morning I wish I could have been truer to you in the morning I sit and cay about the things I did in the morning I think of us together again in the morning I realize it's not true.
so beautiful as a imaginary person like me made em upside down ! really i liked.. so sensitive. i wished i wouldnt read your poem and wouldnt realize how i had been broken now. anyway.. c
can you send me if you have written another ones, please ?