Monday, 22 September 2008

I'm not a poet but I am...

Sick and tired of waiting for you.

I'll just walk out the door without my kiss.
I'll just sing the tears away and wipe the songs goodbye.
I'll bless my soul and cares my heart.
I'll live life without a doubt.
I won't turn back and run to you.
Cause I know, I don't know.
The future would be delayed.

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