Uplifting my mood, careful not to be rude, I ask a little more of her and she obliges just fine. Over and over, we will always have Dover, even if the tides are not fine. I shall be witness, to a tragic distance which is a prick in my side.
I know i'm addicted, but I can't fix it because it's true we'll never be. I wish the world wasn't silly, and then I'd speak freely and capture her and I.
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That's a poem I just threw together really fast. What do you think?
Quote: from jsia at 1:29 am on July 10, 2009 Aww, writing poems about me again?
Aww, writing poems about me again?
:/
She looks at me like i am sexy,