The mirror of her love


read me on this page
write me on the next one
change the mirror's age
and look for what's not done,..
u have not to disapoint me
u know why i am not there
it is all 'cause u did not wrote me
it's just because of her,,
u have not to disaprove her
it is not her fault at all
things u did to me "u dare"
her love u have to call..
she'll not give u an answer
So I,we both will know why?!
one call will be too nude,or 2..
the time will pass the mirror's age
and it will never show it's face
I broked this mirror
..and cut my soles again..







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