Jersey Boy

Wed, 10/29/2014 - 09:56 -- El.Bee

When I think of you

                   sometimes my stomach flips. 

Not alwyas in that "good way"


    Most of the time is alwyas the good way. 


I shouldn't feel like this. 

You are not mine. 

          You were never mine. 

and somehow, 

                                                                                                             I've remained always yours. 


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