Monday, September 26, 2011

Who knows

Sometimes I just feel like writing, 
It somewhat calms my spirit and provokes my soul, 
Or something of the sort. 
Sometimes, i just feel like kissing a stranger, 
But just in time, I’m reminded that a meaningless kiss, 
Is nothing more than that... 
Sometimes I fancy you, and them, 
You because I miss being loved, 
And them because ... they have what I can’t have. 
And most times, I just refuse to do it all, 
But then I’m reminded that I’m a romantic, 
And that my heart was built to feel that way

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