in your bossom I lay,
with nothing in our way,
looking into your soul,
and finds a gal untold,
that gal whom i'm not,
holds you in a knot,
I hold back my sorrow,
and kiss you with no tomorrow.
* this is my 1st attempt at poetry (competition).... very rough i supposed. well my poetry is still in a "raw" stage, just dig it out and post it here for records.... :P
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looks who's talking??!! hehehehe....
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