boring poem
i'm sitting here in the dark,
staring at your picture,
that i'm holding in my hand.
thinking about what happend
trying to remember how we met
thinking about al the thinks you said.
wondering why you lied to me like that
and trying to figur out if you really lied to me,
or you just told me the trueth
and the others said you lied to me
like how bored am i now?!
music*girl, vrouw, 36 jaar
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