orangegerberas
poetry. terse, whimsical vignettes of love and dubious remorse.
03 April 2012
You must have been mad
I still
remember
how you said
love me, love me
never stop loving me
no matter what happens
no matter where we end up
No comments:
Post a Comment
Newer Post
Older Post
Home
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment