Dienstag, 14. August 2007

Quietly.

She was kinda goldfishy,
glowing and shining,
next to her I felt rubbishy,
but I never felt about abandoning.

The river flowed quietly,
we stood there quietly,
and I just couldn't come up with a reason to tell her that it was difficult and that we should not see eachother anymore.
I just stood there quietly,
and she smiling,
glowing,
glittering,
shining.

Quietly.

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