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she who writes
Myrahans Lafrelle, 18Ich kann ein bisschen Deutsch Hip Hop, Reggae, Broadway Student by the day, Dancer by the night |
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Sunday, March 2, 2008
Between the lines...
3:00 AM
I'd fought him every step of the way. And he'd won every battle...He has a will of steel and a raw determination to go after what he wants. He invaded my life, assaulting me with his sensuality, tempting me to be reckless. Scanning through the crowds, i saw him. Wearing his khakis pants which fits snugly on his waist look sexy as hell. Having a broad shoulder, his polo tee stretch across his wide chest. Damn, he's HOT. Hence, manage to make my heart goes DUB-DUB! For the past years, i've always hold on to this faith that it will come true. And true enough, it never came. Being closer and nearer means more bonding. Nevertheless, the bonding that we shared and endure through are all pretenses. Pretending to confess and bare out your soul. You deceived me by those ridiculous stories. I guess i was blinded by your charms, smile and....laughter. I never knew you could laugh. You look so solemn all the time. When the sound of laughters echoed through my ears, i know i was a dead duck. I realised that i've fallen hard for you that i'm stupid enough to let it go. Yes I let it go, all of it. |
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