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








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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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