Thursday, May 6, 2010

i could thank you for bringing me here,
even if you hate me.
I think of you sometimes
and wonder where you are,
and why we don't talk.
I think of you often
and wonder where you are,
and why we don't talk.
My life is a garden and
I am in love
and it is because of you,
in spite of you.
you only ever existed in my mind.

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