Treasure Island

Bre Pantoja

(June 14,1994 / New Mexico)

Still Loving You


At night I wounder what you
Are doing if you are thinking of
Me or spending time with your
New girlfriend showing her
The same love that you showed me
Sometimes when I see you I
Just want to tell you that I am
Still Loving You
I look at your picture on
My phone and cry saying
What did I do to you
I am sure you have all the pictures
Of me on your phone you
Told me that you put them on
Your memory card and I
Know you did because you
Told me that you were always
Looking at them and guess
What I am
Still Loving You
No matter where you are

Submitted: Sunday, January 04, 2009
Edited: Sunday, January 04, 2009

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  • Tuan Nguyen (1/4/2009 1:41:00 PM)

    This is what I ' m going through I feel for you. Hang in there you'll get through. Keep writing. (Report) Reply

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