Saturday, March 21, 2009
The Gurl aware of it All

Again,
its all slashed, cracked and shattered into zillion of pieces.
No questions bombarding from every corner,
when; how can a strumpet worth every bits of yours.
Again,
you don't have to questions;
'Cause I've saw it even before.
Every little needs,
isn't here.
Every little craves,
caters when you've wished.
Every little dreams,
no longer here.
Don't you see?
Again,
frustrated much that I'm not of that incomplete jigsaw of yours,
Guess, you've forgotten, boy.
Again,
Every girl is created unique and much different from the one of you've met before.
Thanks, for the unconditional lesion (indirectly),
yet again.
Signing off @ 12:17:00 am |
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