No uttered words the poet speaks,
No skies of golden hue...
Look through the pages what do you find?
Poems of self pity; a tortured mind...
I know from d vEry stArt nOthiNg is trUe betweEn d twO of us, i wantEd to accEpt thAt but den U still tried to prOve dAt i wAs wroNg,, but wer r we now?? here, TOTALLY CONVINCED THAT WE ARE NOT FOR EACH OTHER!! " |