To think about you dose not
Mean I miss yot. Your calls to me
Dose not make me to think of
Giving you a second chance. Your text's;
To me they are like wind blowing out
Of nowhere. Your sweet words to me
Are like the sound that is made by ants.
I don't hate you: If I had a glass of
Water and your hair cought fire, I
Would drink that water. I love you
As much as trees like growing in the desert.
I hope you will forgive yourself for leaving me.
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forgive yourself for leaving me, I like it, thanks. please read my poems and comment.