Tue, 08/06/2013 - 12:57 -- natayab



Back at it again.

My long lost friend.

Your presence i can not extend.

Your friendship, i can no longer depend.

A diaster when we're togetther

A storm when we're apart

Like a game of darts

Bullz Eye , i am the target

from the start.

I never understood it

I now know to preoceed

with caution

Cause your presence

Turns to Exhaustion.


by: Nataya Battles

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