• snowcat 10w

    There was once a boy, I loved
    And he still is, the same boy
    running from the things he loved once.

    Maybe, someday
    When the sun is bright on us
    We'll meet again.
    When he is a man and I, a woman...

    The tragedy-both of us with someone else Or even a greater tragedy,
    When we'll stop this ego of our own for the love we hide.

    -Agnes