December 8th,
Been thinking about you a lot...
Sometimes I wonder if you could feel me thinking bout you.
But my quiet cell phone tells me your not.
You havent called, you havent wrote.
You said you would and you even promised too.
But here stands the truth: you dont feel the way I do, you dont know the pain I go through.
You dont like me, like you used to...
hey angel.... i like that poem, i know how you feel. keep up the good work.