quinta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2010

«From black hearts, only black tears might fall.»


It’s late in the evening, the sky’s turning blue
Picked a pen, and I’m here writing for you
Honey, I must say what’s left unspoken
To make sure you know my heart is broken.

This is a letter to remember
All the things we might regret.
Memories of what we’ll miss
All the love we’ve ever met.

(...)
So go away because you have to. I wish you well!
I will always remember your touch and your smell.
And please don’t ever forget once you were my man.
Farewell, hope to see you again. With love, Anne.

2 comentários:

  1. please dont go.. we can make this right. i promise ;(

    melhor poema que algum dia vi...

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  2. nao era para ti, espero que saibas disso O.O

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