Saturday, August 22, 2009

4 lines 4 her

Genre: a crap

When she goes beside , the gloomy air grins
When light goes void , her smile sparks
Thunder-balls even  pat her love soaked head strings
Flowers in bouquet are ashamed,seeing her
Hitherto cannon chills , looking at her lips' curve
Seems she hails from heaven.
She hurts me , N' Im proud to
Her shades and traits leave me now,Im alone
I doubt , sometimes almighty makes mistakes

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