So many memories
from not too long ago
coming back to me.
What happened to that
loving girl I used to know?
What could've changed her
mind in only three hours?
Has she forgotten about me
completely?
Am I just writing this out of
pure desperation... pure obsession?
Or do you care?
Do you even know this is
about you?
If you don't, maybe you should
think back...
Remember me?
I haven't changed.
I still love you.
I still need you.
I still think you're fuc*ing sexy.
But I could change...
if it means you'd give me
one more chance.
I'd give anything to be in your
arms one last time...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mi favorito sin duda, talvez... me recuerda algo: (