another poem
I hate this day, Balloons, flowers, chocolate, Is everywhere in sight; People kissing, Lovers dancing, It drives me mad; Girls in mini skirts, Bend down to get their prey; Boys go broke, Trying to get their way; I hate this holiday; But most of all, I hate the fact, That the one i love the most, Won't take me back...
XxThe-Taste-Of-SinxX · Thu Jul 06, 2006 @ 05:54am · 0 Comments |