Getting over

by frances marie   Jan 28, 2005


Love and the things
I fail to feel.
The truths that had turned unreal.
They were once true..
I had loved someone too..

Until now, It's still him
That I think about every nignt..
The one I'm with everytime I dream..
I wish we never had a fight..
He's fine without me as it seem..

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