terça-feira, 7 de setembro de 2010

Never going to

You thought it was because of that silly poem you wrote me that day,
it wasn't.
Actually, that was the sweetest part.
You kept asking yourself what was the problem, there was no problem.
You were great, you were really funny and smart, and had a lot to offer me.
No problem at all.
The thing is, you were starting to love me.
And I, I just was never going to love you.

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