Little Boy

Non-rhyme poem about hopelessness

I hate to dream with you.

I hate that I see a picture of a celebrity and I see you in them.

I don't understand why.

You're haunting me.

But we don't met actually about 3 weeks ago.

I don't know why I have got feeling for you.

I hate myself.

You burn every bridge.

You miss me sooo much.

I hate that feeling.

I wanna talk to you, but I haven't a chance.

The others says that you're an asshole now, but I can't believe.

I hope, that one day we gonna be friend.

Or more.