Everything's not going to rhyme
'Cos it's my relaxation time
They're all going to be from the heart
Some may be like abstract art
Some may not be making sense
As the feeling may be too immense
That I don't know how to put it
Because the feeling just HIT
Don't get me? It's okay. That's what poems are for anyway. Anaslyse it((:
Love.
Friday, 2 November 2007
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