Finally I reckon, I deserve better; not another tear will drop fall. Shall I drive away and commence a smile? Realize I hadn’t for awhile. Almost a dime throughout these days in these 3 years I’ve been putting up countenance of a poker player. I don’t want to do this anymore. I despise myself playing a rend-hearted being.
The two digit number that has been knocking on the front door in 2010 really strucks the manly cord in me somewhere. Ah, not to mention the whole gamut is fanatical over it.
What a shame.
I have friends! What the fuck on this earth do I need a well establish companionship? For what? So the heart could be kaput into pieces once again? First scar is always the deepest and how surprising enough I am just an inch away from the scent of the beloved.
Friends keep nagging, lecturer wants to hook me up with some purdy ladies from the block and there I sense a gist of truth in this whole mania.
"No gang no outing no crabbing no talking no shit"
3 years folks! Well almost. For almost three years this numbness refuses to go away and I am not right. It is a denial I’ve existed in.
"the intented plagiarism in this context ain't even half of the poignancy within and is a definite statuette of a rend-hearted friend"
Boys. Im sad. There is more than all the poignancy I've embroidered here.
How I wish my "classmates" Beethoven and Voltaire are here to comfort.
For you,you,you and only you, who will I left my heart with when I'll be with you in this short and uncertain future, please
"oh continue to love me ~~ never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved
Beethoven's 3rd love letter