mercredi 15 février 2012, par
The false poem of love.♥
Wooden cross, iron cross , our love will go to hell. †
I become crazy about you , I will seek
for treatment. Farewell.
You are the type of boy all girls dream of except me.
I’ll give you a proof of love... I don’t love you !
You are as beautiful as Mcdonald’s is gourmet.
I’m yours like a sardine is at oil.
I love you, neither do I.
We said friends ? :)