Mea Culpa

Where my words are my actions.

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Doubt

There is nothing worse

Than hearing I love you

And wondering

Why,

How,

Or

Until when?
Posted by Ironic at 2:05 AM
Labels: Poetry

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