yeh, just trying to write songtexts to my firends and their band.
OBS! Spelling mistakes.
driving me mad with the lines
of your lips
and how you smile the way I like
and how your eyes shades in green, two kinds
two kinds,
yes It starts from your pupil and find its way down
and shivets, softly into hazlenut brown
Boy, boy, your body is real
the collar bone painted over your skin
holding back
all the heat from your buzzing heart
and the sticky red flesh things somewhere within
somewhere within.
And how your adamsapple moves when you speek
makes my cheeks blush and my knees week
Boy, boy you drive me mad
Poetry by Sofia
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Written on 2007-09-17 at 23:20
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OBS! Spelling mistakes.
songtext number two.
Boy, boy, your faces still haunts medriving me mad with the lines
of your lips
and how you smile the way I like
and how your eyes shades in green, two kinds
two kinds,
yes It starts from your pupil and find its way down
and shivets, softly into hazlenut brown
Boy, boy, your body is real
the collar bone painted over your skin
holding back
all the heat from your buzzing heart
and the sticky red flesh things somewhere within
somewhere within.
And how your adamsapple moves when you speek
makes my cheeks blush and my knees week
Boy, boy you drive me mad
Poetry by Sofia
Read 726 times
Written on 2007-09-17 at 23:20
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