Sooner or Later

by Vampirechik88   Jun 5, 2004


You call me sweetheart, cutie, babe,
You Call me any type of name.
Your there when the worlds not right,
You keep me warm when I cry at night.
You always let me fly from fear,
Knowing that I will stay near.
Sooner or later our fling Will end.

I hope it's later my boyfriend

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