Not As Much As The Old Time
I love you
but not as much as the old time
Don't you know that I miss you?
No? Well, I hope you miss me too
I want to talk about shits
then cuddle or whatever, it's up to you
Do you remember the way you held me?
Yeah, the day when I was blue
Oh, and the way you kept me
when I had flu
Trust me,
I miss everything about you
and every single thing that reminds me of you
But just like what I've told you,
it's not as much as the old time
/ / /
AAAAAAAH. I know ini abal-abal banget. My english is bad and my poem is horrible. Shit. Since the day that he told me that damn words, –I don't know guys– I got a lot of inspirations, so I ended up writing shits on this shitty blog. [I'm sorry sweety, It's not you. It's the other blog]
By the way, I made this poem when I was doing my mid term test. I wrote it behind my schedule sheet when I had no clue about the test's answers –shit– but luckily, I passed the KKM yeay.
So what's the point of this post?
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