I want to runaway,
so I never play,
because I don't know what to say.
Hoping, laughing, talking,
we never stop stalking,
night rises and so I stare,
and always have a perfect glare.
Teasing and pleading,
its always quite pleasing,
he never even see's me,
and he never drinks tea.
Love is gold, wild and untold,
Love is also traveling a road,
When I never use a whole scroll,
So the house might have a sole.
By: Angel from God.
wrote on: July 30,2008
Time: 11: 50 p.m
Tissa Calvert
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