Shelomith Noarbe

(April 21,1984 / San Jose, Sipalay, Negros Occidental, Philippines)

11th Day of April


Here's a headline for you whom i know not for too long
I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU! ! !
But I have to let you go
Really let you go
Please don't pretend you care
Because it upsets me most
At first you have seen me
On the 11th day of April
Hope you've been honest
Telling me you can't be my friend
Because you have the sweetest baby in the world
Telling me you can't be my friend
Because you have a honey close enough to be your friend
Look what you've done
Or maybe I have to look what I have done
Consequences are
I am in love but I have to let go
You have to let go
Don't tell me you love me too
Because it is so ironic
Too ironic to be true
I hate you!

Submitted: Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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