Thursday, July 16, 2009

P

is for poems!

Today,

in the park while taking a stroll,
i thought the body as a shell of the soul.

you're pretty, thats not a bluff;
but you're espcially stunning,
cos your beauty's from within.

you're so pretty and such a cutie
and so witty you are just so funny

hmmm.
cutie like a kittie and funny like bugs bunny

whatever imperfections become insignificant,
cos you're just so perfect in comparison.

on the day i met you,
you took my heart away.
i'll be frank:
my mind went blank.

tried hard i could,
i've got nothing to say.
tho i've always wanted to take you to play.
come that day you told me you're gay
my heart broke like it's made from china clay

you said,
im so damn retardedly shy,
i dont know why,
perhaps its to do with being a guy

louis told me he's damn shy
i told him the exact same thing
and he said, "go and die"

but no, thats not a lie :/


i look in your eyes
and managed a hi
you look at my thighs,
and said goodbye

but you gave me the ice
and looked at the sky


k stop here.
brain dead from thinking of rhymes.

my father told me i was love sick ._.

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