A poem about me -.-

Her loss not mine.

This poem is about the way I feel about my ex-girlfriend..

But…

Il politico italiano non spende mai il suo denaro.

I did not asked to be saved Mr.A…

We need to do good things, people.

Sluts. They are everywhere and beware.

Poem.

Have you ever yearned to say what you were thinking, but knew you couldn’t let it slip out? Of course… we all have. At some point in your life, you are thinking it, but you wouldn’t dare say it.