13 November 2012
The boy with the curly hair, Once I loved him, Now I don't dare.
He twisted his hair to knots, Dreaded beauty, That time forgot.
He always helped, With my smile, It's just a shame we haven't talk much, In these past few years.
When I called him, The other day, Thank god he'd never see me cry again, Because now we are just friends.
Dreaded Boy • Opuss № I