My Crisis

31 Jan 2009

·whiteboy993

She gives me pleasure You are the one I treasure She touches my lips with hers You want me to be always yours She loves to caress me Your love is a guarantee She holds me tightly You say you love me politely She will be my demise You stare into my eyes She says goodbye You ask me why She walks away You say I went astray She is with another guy You begin to cry She was naïve You grieve

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