We drifting slowly apart.
Life happens:
We are nothing more, but strangers,
From the start,
Who bumped, by chance, into each other.
It wasn't love, but friendship, rather.
And every story has its end.
I don't expect You play-pretend
To care for me or our connection.
There is no single expectation
To hear from You, in any way.
It doesn't hurt me. I'm okay.
We are nothing more, but strangers,
From the start,
Who bumped, by chance, into each other.
It wasn't love, but friendship, rather.
And every story has its end.
I don't expect You play-pretend
To care for me or our connection.
There is no single expectation
To hear from You, in any way.
It doesn't hurt me. I'm okay.
Blessed Sunday. Hollywood.
May 10 2015
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