Baby, you got away
Last time I saw you in May
I thought it was the happiest day
But it was only a dream
And I wasn't dreaming about you, I was dreaming about him
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Lame Thoughts
PoetrySome lame stuff. Someone told me that I should write poems, but I can't write poems. But if you're intrested, you can read.
Lame thought #124
Baby, you got away
Last time I saw you in May
I thought it was the happiest day
But it was only a dream
And I wasn't dreaming about you, I was dreaming about him
