About you, never fear, My poetry, of memories about you...far from few, and let my words to you be clear, Only my misdeeds were of any blame, Not your fire attitude burning all those your near, or that funny likke smile and all your games, but my own cowardess, immaturity and fear, that in word about you i speak of passionate kisses, persistance, and grace, David nester and you shopping, pink, blue, see-through, and lace, and Don't miss that five foot two, who with curls, and blazing glares make my head spin and whirle all about you many words different worlds apart, all reason, withen reason I lay awake some nights, my broken heart smarting, tears fall shamlessly and, your still kind words calming, so Finally able to move on, yet reluctant, I Know i shoulda, but my heart says i dont wanta, but i do cause life runn at a pace seldom , matched, but with those memories of you, my dreams would are not to be matched with kisses so perfect god only made, for perfection of kisses and passion displayed, upon our lips with your gloss in the night, no more worries, no more future, just hold me this last night, then I wake, and life returns to normal, and night becomes my destination and my rival, cause my memories of you are the dreams of that match made in heaven, and the pain i brought my self is hell burning eternal damb.nation
My poetry, of memories about you...far from few, and let my words to you be clear,
Only my misdeeds were of any blame, Not your fire attitude burning all those your near,
or that funny likke smile and all your games, but my own cowardess, immaturity and fear,
that in word about you i speak of passionate kisses, persistance, and grace,
David nester and you shopping, pink, blue, see-through, and lace,
and Don't miss that five foot two, who with curls, and blazing glares make my head spin and whirle
all about you many words different worlds apart,
all reason, withen reason I lay awake some nights, my broken heart smarting,
tears fall shamlessly and, your still kind words calming,
so Finally able to move on, yet reluctant,
I Know i shoulda, but my heart says i dont wanta,
but i do cause life runn at a pace seldom , matched,
but with those memories of you, my dreams would are not to be matched
with kisses so perfect god only made, for perfection of kisses and passion displayed,
upon our lips with your gloss in the night,
no more worries, no more future,
just hold me this last night,
then I wake, and life returns to normal,
and night becomes my destination and my rival,
cause my memories of you are the dreams of that match made in heaven,
and the pain i brought my self is hell burning eternal damb.nation
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