It didn't work out. *sigh*
What were the odds? Statistics...
- love isn't baseball.
Where do regrets start?
Should I regret the sunset
- or mourn holding hands?
Or shame desire?
Baseball.. Well, at least he
didn't get to first base. =]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Holding hands is over-rated...said no one ever. No one with a heart anyway. QtR