Monday

The littlest things that take me there…

Your hug.. your kiss...
Are the things I miss...
Your laugh.. your smile...
Makes it all worth while...

That first meeting...
The one that made my inside shaking...
Because I know you would be something...
But you end up to be my everyhing...

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I can't continue... because it's hurting...

3 comments:

paramour said...
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beckpanda said...

wow.
you write poems.
this one should be completed.
u have to.
i wanna know more about this 'everything' of yours.
err...thou it is hurting you to finish it.
hehe.

Farel Flitzer said...

how did you get my blog address anyway?

there are others... watch the label "poems of the heart"