As the world turns things change
and re arrange us
best friends become strangers
with predictable gestures
let's measure
how long we can take this weather
together, we go on accepting this
"dear God, can you put me on the waiting list?"
Hey, if this is not my dream then who's dream is this?
unwritten sentences
changes us
rendering all the senses
so we become pretensious
to those who really loves us
The closest,that I ever felt love
was at the racetracks,
gambling on a horse name 'Hopeless'
เขียนโดย the bastardlovechild of Farida and Damkerng
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