Young Love
Boy. Boy. Boy.
You're so unpredictable
You even kissed me on my table
Maybe you had found me usable
Boy. Boy. Boy.
You didn't even stay with me
You didn't even love me
But you could rise curiosity out of me
Boy. Boy. Boy.
So much memories to be shared
but then again, darling
It was never love that flared
Copyright © Dinda Minardi | Year Posted 2011
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