A blanket rolled over,
maybe your jacket or kiss I don't know,
but just show you love me'
I am not fond of words so much that are actions deficient,
it's in the snow, summer is over,
our love is attacked by the cold,
don't be indifferent to the changing weather,
So I soak my diary with tears of goodbye,
I have everything right to brush off your flaws,
I have held my love's confession since day one,
I am not selfish like you,
Am not accusing you nor judging,
but you must be more if your don't see it's truth,
Goodbye Adrian_ it was a good beginning,
But I guess even Jesus died by the hands sinners he always cared for.
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