You asked me if I ever liked you,
I said no not at all,
You asked me if I ever could...
I can't cause then I'll fall.

You told me not to talk to you ever again,
But little do you know thats impossible...
Because I always talk in my dreams...
[ < / 3 ]

&& baby if I were to tell you I hated you
... I know you would just smile
but baby if I were to tell you the truth...
__ well __ the truth could take a while.

"baby. you're the [right] kind of [wrong]"

please comment my poem "she is still his angel" i would greatly appreciate it and i'll make sure to comment back (: