My little black book, by eleanor maslen Subscribe to rss feed for eleanor maslen

Your just another name, in my little black book.
Another mark, that my body took.

Your just a guy, who gave me your heart,
didnt i tell you not to? at the start?

Your just a name, i'll wright about,
like Jack and max, my life through-out.

Your just a memeory, a ghost to me,
im what i said, cant you see?

I dont feel love, foudness, so..
i'll always leave, always go

Sorry andy, you were sweet,
im sure your love you'll one day meet.





Posted: 2011-09-01 10:51:19 UTC

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