i was browsing my old photobucket account when i found this picture of a poem i wrote ages ago for someone. it was quite good but i no longer have any use of it, so i’ll just share this one for this blog. well, it’s mine…not her’s. i’m not being bitter here but i just don’t like the idea of being “wasted.” well, if you know what i mean. the love, time, effort, the letters and poems that i’ve made out of what i knew was love.. everything.