Thursday, 24 March 2011


He whispers, a smile consumes my face.
Yet I try to refrain and hold my grace.

This will never be what we want it to be,
on that I know we cannot agree.

I rest alone, hide on my own.

A sentimental yearning is all for he,
I regret a selfish lover is now for me.

by me

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