• I write down this lil’ story,
    Not for fame and not for glory.
    But to remember a girl so dear,
    But I don’t think she really care
    -Anymore?
    She was so cute, a little shy,
    I keep asking myself why
    -Did she leave?
    Because of that damned boy,
    that treats her like his own toy.
    I don’t think my hate is of jealousy
    -No more.
    This growing rage,
    At my young age! The hate I make myself go trough…
    Just because I love you….
    Suicide I don’t dare, but you my friend don’t really care
    About the one shouting your name in the pillow,
    -do you?
    That, my dear.. is TRUE LOVE.