I can't really guess
What a girl?
And her smile
And her style
She'll protect me like a child
My perfect pair
My perfect girl
My primus inter paris
What a human breed?
Her silky voice
In which i rejoice
Her flashy-sunny-icy skin
Like that of a snake in the sun
Her smooth brighter skin
Like it has been scanned
I love you too bad.
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
Monday, January 31, 2005
Till Apocalypse
I ain't perfect
But i won't do you wrong
I'll make you feel home
Make you feel protected
Hold you in my arms
Then you won't feel neglected
Some broken hearts never mend
Some memories never end
Some tears will never dry
My love for you will never die
I'll never forget you
For now-i've found you
I'll be with you forever
And we shall be together.
But i won't do you wrong
I'll make you feel home
Make you feel protected
Hold you in my arms
Then you won't feel neglected
Some broken hearts never mend
Some memories never end
Some tears will never dry
My love for you will never die
I'll never forget you
For now-i've found you
I'll be with you forever
And we shall be together.
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