Sunday, 16 January 2011

Sorry. Not this time

I do wonder whether you want me to act dismissive towards you.
Treat you with no respect, call you all names under the sun and make you feel worthless.
I do wonder.
Thinking why put yourself down so.
Feeling guilty for things unavoidable, things out of my hands and hoping that you understand but instead, Mountains are made, and these youthful arms are too frail to climb.


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