Stop please
I -friendly- love you
And I don't want another friend to abandon me
And I'm pretty sure
You don't want me to leave you
When you die.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poesia...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
