November 2010
1 post
1 year ago
your room, about 03.00 pm. after school. i’ve dropped my bag and feel so sleepy, nod and doze. can’t resist to lie down and disclose my eyelids. you strokes and fondle my hair at it’s gentlest. in vague, disguised air, i heard your hazy whisper
“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry”
“for being ignorant, mean and never see through your feeling”
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