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Alright my fellow LJ'ers. I have created a myspace (its under the fake name Matt Richards)...so i dont know how many more updates im going to be doing but i know i will update on the 26 (didnt even have to look at the calendar Jen) But anyways...i have been working on something and i was gonna post it on here...just to see what people thougth about it...i am kinda fond of this one...but you never know...its not too bad...
Love is the one thing,
That can make women swing,
While they stand,
Holding their man.
If love has came and went,
Your story is quite different,
You despise the lovers,
Who look forward to being mothers,
If you are still in love,
It seems as if sent from above,
You do nothing but think,
Of the one who "tickles you pink".
Now a different kind of love,
The one for the guy above,
Some people have it,
Some people can't grasp it.
Everyone is split,
No one likes to say shit,
Except for ones who know they're right,
And when they do they strike a strife.
Maybe music is your passion,
Rap, Classical, R&B, or good ol' head bashin,
No matter what you like,
It seems to brighten up your life.
Maybe one day you hear Beethovens Fifth,
And the following you listen to Fifty Cent,
Then it's Hendrix with Purple Haze,
And after that it all becomes a daze.
You find yourself day dreaming,
Pretending your screaming,
To fifty thousand fans,
As they listen to your band.
How do you know what you want,
these are the older peoples thoughts,
Your just a silly kid, with silly dreams.
And in your head, you feel the building steam.
But kids are and always have been envied,
For not yet falling into the world of busy,
Time and impatience, where no one doubts,
Except some, that everything will work out.
Some dislike the past and the present,
So they look forward to the next,
Year or two in which they want to improve,
And change the past, to what they wanted to do.
And what about those,
Who have been chose,
Life's biggest riddle will be known,
To these very few, a new world shown.
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I dont know the ending is kinda lame...i think that i will perfect this one...and ill try and use it for a school project...hahahahahaha
Love is the one thing,
That can make women swing,
While they stand,
Holding their man.
If love has came and went,
Your story is quite different,
You despise the lovers,
Who look forward to being mothers,
If you are still in love,
It seems as if sent from above,
You do nothing but think,
Of the one who "tickles you pink".
Now a different kind of love,
The one for the guy above,
Some people have it,
Some people can't grasp it.
Everyone is split,
No one likes to say shit,
Except for ones who know they're right,
And when they do they strike a strife.
Maybe music is your passion,
Rap, Classical, R&B, or good ol' head bashin,
No matter what you like,
It seems to brighten up your life.
Maybe one day you hear Beethovens Fifth,
And the following you listen to Fifty Cent,
Then it's Hendrix with Purple Haze,
And after that it all becomes a daze.
You find yourself day dreaming,
Pretending your screaming,
To fifty thousand fans,
As they listen to your band.
How do you know what you want,
these are the older peoples thoughts,
Your just a silly kid, with silly dreams.
And in your head, you feel the building steam.
But kids are and always have been envied,
For not yet falling into the world of busy,
Time and impatience, where no one doubts,
Except some, that everything will work out.
Some dislike the past and the present,
So they look forward to the next,
Year or two in which they want to improve,
And change the past, to what they wanted to do.
And what about those,
Who have been chose,
Life's biggest riddle will be known,
To these very few, a new world shown.
*********************************************
*********************************************
I dont know the ending is kinda lame...i think that i will perfect this one...and ill try and use it for a school project...hahahahahaha