True happiness consists not in the multitude of friends,

but in the worth and choice.  - Cynthia's Revels

Through all the people I have met

you are the treasure I won't forget.

A gathering of our family

Is the moment we saw each other with our innosent minds.

As time goes by, the longer we stay together,

The deeper the connection to one another.

We we're like a book,

Always on the same page

With the story of sweetness

And some like a drama.

I admire you and loved you

I trust you as you say, you're my crying shoulder

Thus, there are times I feel comfortable with you

I follow you, gave the things you want

And you command me as your servant

You controll me as a robot and as you to be my owner.

However, like a book itself every story have an ending,

Despite the long moments we have

our story is not a happy ending

Soon you went on your own didn't even mind to look back

And here I stand hoping one day our past may come back.

BY: Your yellow girl 

Lovelysophiehugots