My everyday used to be all about him.
Just. Him.
With me crashing down,
landing in a dream.
It fascinated me, when his warmth chases my apathy.
I used to state the obvious.
“Thanks Yang, nice seeing you too. :) ”
March 15,2008
**my everyday used to be all about him. until i met her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem