Friday, March 18, 2011

Young Love

Boy. Boy. Boy.
You're so unpredictable
You even kissed me on my table
Maybe you had found me usable

Boy. Boy. Boy.
You didn't even stay with me
You didn't even love me
But you could rise curious out of me

Boy. Boy. Boy.
So much memories to be shared
but then again, darling
It was never love that flared

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