Treasure Island

Tinashe Mupedzapasi


Laters To My Friends

Dear Gajanan Mishra
Halo poet
I appreciate your writtings
I appreciate your kindness
Keep it on
You are the best

Dear karen
Your love
I had hidden it deep in my heart
But i had never known
I was doing it in vain
You broke my heart
Oh yes, it hurts
But i still need you

Dear Andrew
You were in my bossom
You were like a brother
But since you have gone
Our friendship is now loose
You don't even call

Dear petsyworld
I understand your excuse
But i wanted you to have her
I liked her

Dear Allen
Dear friend, dear brother
I love you more than my real brother
The only one i trust
I appreciate your behaviour
Keep it on bro
There is a reward waiting for you
Thats in the end of time

God bless you all my dears

Submitted: Wednesday, May 01, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, May 01, 2013

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