Sep 18, 2005 19:59
poem....
your voice shows traces of concern and care,
as she is sitting just over there,
everytime we touch,
it seems one second longer than it should be,
your playing with my heart,
as it is held in your hand,
it hurts more with every beat,
and innocent glance into your eyes,
..A little flirting always hurt somebody........
ehh...
addy
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