a love poem of sorts
You probably don't even know
about the conversations I had
with you, in my head.
And I clearly remember you saying -
I clearly remember,
for I've made it up myself -
you said you loved me too
and that whatever would come
would come, but only
with me besides you.
I don't even know that that's
something you would say, for real,
in actual life.
But you just might.
It comforts me.
about the conversations I had
with you, in my head.
And I clearly remember you saying -
I clearly remember,
for I've made it up myself -
you said you loved me too
and that whatever would come
would come, but only
with me besides you.
I don't even know that that's
something you would say, for real,
in actual life.
But you just might.
It comforts me.
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| Auteur: Kukel | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 11 december 2009 | ||
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