I love to write poetry. |
Brown eyed boy, you bring me joy.
With your huge beatiful smile, and the way you...
When I look at the starts, I think of you.
When they twinkle and shine, I get the feelings...
A brick is building up, day by day.
With every word we do not say...
The cold breeze brings back the worst memoires.
When you and I said our final good-byes...
Blood rushed through my vains, everytime I hear...
When you walk into the room, my blood won't stop...
So get alittle closer, you make me tingly all...
We can make this work...
When I look at the starts, I think of you.
When they twinkle and shine, I get the feelings...
Dont risk something, your willing to loose |