We used to sit on those rusty swings at the park...
It always rained back then, big, fat, heavy...
All the laughs...
All the smiles...
Not Much Longer
it's the words i convince myself...
So long old friend, its time for you to go
Thru thick and thin and during times of stress...
Te amo means I love you
but I know you cant hear it...
My skin is kind of sort of brownish
Pinkish yellowish white...
I dont know weather i hate myself
Or if i hate you...
There's a tiring time where i've seen many things;
from catastrophic fights and the tension it...
I feel like I have been used
Wicked and cruel, my emotions abused...
The honesty is gone,
You are living outside of yourself...
The time we shared,
was never bad...
We see each other everyday
We watch movies and talk about boys...