A love poem about my best friend who turned out gay. I'm not very good at love poems. My specialty would be depression I think.
like i said all i can do is hope...
It's always some one else, it's always someday future. Why couldn't it be her? Why couldn't it be today?
This was written in memory of my first love Daphne.
this has nothing to do with me
..... will you ever come back to me?
