Tuesday, February 8, 2011

130489 >> last.memory.of.you

We're different.
In none other than one way.
I want you.
You need me.
We can never be together.
You don't believe in together.
I gotta stop making memories of us.
It never exist.

I used to be alright.
I used to be fine.
Then, you happened.

I don't need this.
I don't need us.
I need YOU.

What do you want?
It's the right moment.
It's the right time.
You're the right one.
How come nothing goes right?

You haven't been in any of my dreams.
You've been in my days.
My something real.

Can't you see?
It just had to be me.
For it had to be you.



This is the last memories of you.
So, goodbye.

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