12 August 2012
Ripped at the seams Those feeling for you now flow, Out where I can see them... Out with no where to go... I realise we don't talk, And for your training I said my goodbyes. It doesn't mean I don't wonder, Wonder where you're thoughts do lie. Do you still think of me? And the conversations we once had? Or do you have another now? To be rid of me you're glad. Yet I never protested, When you asked me for advise, On how you're relationship with another Had trapped you in a vice! I helped you out, Because at that time we was just friends. But it killed me inside To know anything we had you'd put to an end.
©Odd
Do You Still Think Of Me? • Opuss № I