I grew up in this town, my poetry was born between the hill and the river, it took its voice from the rain, and like the timber, it steeped itself in the forests. -Pablo Neruda

Sabtu, 15 Oktober 2011

Actually



Actually we did nothing
even i sent messages for anytime, but actually i did nothing
Actually we just believed that nothing inside of our hearts
even i tried to know you more and had a chit-chat with you, but actually it didn't works
Actually we did nothing
Nothing we did actually..
just a miserable thing actually..
actually..
actually..


*I'm speechless*

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