Love Me Like In Poetry

quarta-feira, agosto 31, 2005

dedicated to you mother fucker you hurt me and then you hurt me again and you keep on hurting me. does it gives you any special pleasure? i hope so, so my pain has a reason of being. you were capable of changing my love to hate. are you human? i wonder every single day why, why me? what the hell have i done to you, to someone, to deserve this? fortunately i'm always learning. if your intention was letting me down and destroy all the love and strengh inside me... i'm really sorry disappointing you, but you didn't make it, au contraire mon ami! i thought you knew me better in order to know that i feed myself with all the hate and jealous people have towards me and that includes you. i'm immortal. ana