This is my Christmas present to you. Plagiarism. haha no,really, they are worth it. This is what real love stories are made of... no notebook crap, thats for girls and pedophiles.
My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it.
The idea that you may kiss it again's stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss.
And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back.
The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.
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You were my little baby girl,
And I shared all your fears.
Such joy to hold you in my arms
and kiss away your tears.
But now you're gone, there's only pain
and nothing I can do.
And I don't want to live this life,
If I can't live for you.
To my beautiful baby girl.
Our love will never die...
El primero esta más cursi-nena, por lo que imagino que el de Sid Vicious es el segundo.
ReplyDeleteBut then again, I know nothing about thi....s
Aye, the 80's said it all, y me gusto el poema de Sid Vicious.
ReplyDeleteMerry Christmas Luv.
Hermoso, como tu :)
ReplyDeleteCreería que el primer poema es el de Sid porque habla de golpes y dolor pero las cosas nunca son lo que parece asi que si tuviera que apostar diría que es el segundo.
Me urge platicar contigo.
Agustin
First one from Turner, then the other from Vicious.
ReplyDeleteJust a guess.