goodbye, natsu...

I hate the beginning of this autumn....

why? because the bright summer has gone,

leave me with the brown leaves that has trumpled on my feet.

they slowly falling from the trees and it seems like they whisper on my ear :

let him go...

you know...

you were just like a bird.. "tweeting" me..
remind me to feed myself..
accompany me while I'm working...
cheer me up when I'm down..
become my lovely flirty slave when I become the queen of the damned..

but, WHO ARE YOU?

you're NOT real...

and it's funny when I re-read your messages...

you still leave your extracts there...

and I want you.
here.
now.

but forget it.




bye.