Each Hour

January 18, 2010
These days are so short,
and the nights so long,
being with you could never be wrong.
I will count each hour,
because its now or never,
tell me you love me,
its the last chance you'll get,
because after tonight,
me and you will split.
unwillingly,
we will go our seperate ways,
but i promise never to forget those days,
those days of sarcasm,
or wen you got to see me as i am,
nor will i forget,
the day all the pain hit,
but it wont be in anger,
because our love,
will never again be in danger.
So tell me once more,
what i mean to you,
because be;ieve me wen i say,
i love you too.





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