I don’t know maybe I freak her out, Maybe she thinks I’m trouble. What was she thinking, when I don’t know what I was thinking. Freak on a pipe is what. Then today seeing me, She throws a solemn “hey”, Grumpily turning around, walked away. Rating 3.00 out of 5
Archive | 2008
The love for manufactured things
ould you accept they shot to a pregnant woman? Do you seem better that first she would give birth and then kill her? It would seem to you compassionate that the jailer adopted the creature? If it wins you love to justice do not read on, you have things to do. Would you support that [...]
One Saturday Evenin…
One Saturday evening, down the window I was seeing, Up came her call, down the bed was I about to fall. My heart started ringing like a bell; Picked up the phone and amused of what to tell. Down came her offer, and she didn’t have a chauffer, She wants to go out with me, [...]
Angel
I love her very deeply In each and every way A feeling that grows stronger With every passing day I remember clearly our first date On a lovely Christmas eve We joked, laughed and drank champagne My luck I couldn’t believe For she was beautiful, intelligent And everyone could see That angels really do exist [...]
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