Wednesday, December 21, 2011

why

my mind doesnt even dare
to know
why it is you care
its always the same
your little game
My heart doesnt skip a beat
when forced to meet
if i am juliet
 romeo you must be
who poisions me
before i even have a chance
to give the world one last glance

1 comment:

  1. I could see you as a song writer.
    Songs are like poems and you've got that skill nailed to the wall.
    This would be a beautiful song.

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