the landscape I see looking out the window is a gushing river.
until the seasons change, I'll let it be...
you were closer than anyone else, and it made me unsettled...
anyways, at that time, I hadn't realized it...
I would not ever be able to see you again...
but I should not have done such regretful things...
if you are happy then,
I will never say that it is okay...
my heart was so mixed up,
either way, it would be consumed by darkness...
Friday, April 25, 2008
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2 comments:
Why (act) so poetic!
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