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.
please dont go.. we can make this right. i promise ;(
ResponderEliminarmelhor poema que algum dia vi...
nao era para ti, espero que saibas disso O.O
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