Thursday, October 22, 2009,
Laying spending my days,
In this room made for sorrow,
Between the door and the window,
My bed is breathing for you,
But this is my decision,
Replacing life for grief.
Many do wonder.
But I cannot move on,
Not even a metre.
I have been ready,
To take down,
Thousands of stars,
From heaven.
To realize every single...
wish you wanted.
Don't worry,
You also will have it good,
With another.
Someday I will find a suitcase for my memories.
You don't owe me anything for loving you.
So I want you to know that,
it doesn't matter.
Even though,
Sometimes you could have loved me better.
©TIEN
10/22/2009 10:06:00 AM
Nick: Tien.
Gender: Female.
Birthdate: 19-04-1989.
Location: Netherlands.
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