donderdag 23 augustus 2007 om 21:00
sometimes i wish that i was the weather, you'd bring me up in conversation forever. and when it rained, i'd be the talk of the day.
i see you. the only one who knew me. but now your eyes see through me. i guess i was wrong. so what now? we're over and i hate when things are over. when so much is left undone.