
Her eyes are dark,
as the hair,
but I don't get her.
She laughs out loud,
as on the phone,
She makes me scared.
Her hands are soft,
but she is not her,
She was a surprise.
versos que quis publicar.
versos que quis publicar.
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
-Dale Turner-
Her eyes are dark,
as the hair,
but I don't get her.
She laughs out loud,
as on the phone,
She makes me scared.
Her hands are soft,
but she is not her,
She was a surprise.
Posted by António_Pinto_de_Mesquita at 10/17/2009 03:17:00 da manhã
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