As memories to the old and experience to the new
I find myself thinking ,always, about you
The sweet serenade of kisses placed upon my hand
The love we grew together of which will always stand
Broken window panes are identical to my heart
They are both made of glass and easily torn apart
The thoughts of you always make me weary
Though everytime I look away I want to hold them dearly
As the road is worn down, so is my heart
Weak and tender to the tiny centered part
It holds my emotions that strive to burst
Though letting them out will bring about a curse
I can't hold it in forever
I can't keep still
I've been waiting for this very day
To tell you how I feel.
-Mongoose
To that special guy.
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[In The Pink Pants]
Age: 17 MSN: GrindcoreDeadBaby@yahoo.com
Sex: Female, Name: Mongoose
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