Is that your smile which i see or an Angel winking at me.
I tried to run,i tried to fly but the thought of you pulls me to the ground. Am sick of course,love sick or worse...before death comes my heart is yours.
Keep me as a friend or a little lover and when tomorrow comes i'll rest on your shoulder.
You want to change your look but yet i ask for who,if no one approaches you i will over again in a different costume.
COMMENTS
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MistressAngelique
01:46 Dec 04 2016
Such a sweet poem:)
Atieno
01:54 Dec 04 2016
thanks sweet
Anaksha
03:18 Dec 04 2016
Beautiful :)
Harleyquinn86
09:44 Dec 04 2016
Love it
vampiricangel20
21:21 Dec 09 2016
thats a sweet and touching poem
Atieno
21:57 Dec 09 2016
thanks y'all
Blackvelvet
20:14 Dec 18 2016
I love it