I love the way you look at me, but I didn't know you looked at everyone in that way. I love when we talk, I didn't know you talked to everyone. I love the little secrets we shared, I didn't know you shared them with everyone. Maybe I am just a nobody and everyone else is just the same.
-Roadside Memories
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Bleeding Ink
PoésieI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
