Introduction
I don't have a heart for fakers who shed crocodile tears nor do I have sentimental value for emotional basted-s. I'm the devil's work of art. Nobody knows me too much to hurt me neither does anyone knows me too deep to understand me.
Blogging
Long gone were those days
Long gone were those days,
the days where u meant the world to me,
and when everyone seems to fail me,
I have u to be called ma bestest friend
Long gone were the memories,
Memories of how we used to giggle,
Laugh about the pranks we did,
Bitch about boys till they are not worth a cent,
Talk when the teacher isn't looking
Long gone were the feelings,
Feelings of joy to see you around,
Feelings of "friends are forever"
Here now is the present,
Where you lay in the casket of my heart,
And now I lay white roses on your grave,
Darkness was in the air
As I shed one last tear for you...