| By 6aziza,
on 21-01-2004 12:41
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It started off but not pretty well.
Seeking a place in which to dwell,
with hundreds and thousand of hotels,
I tried to choose instead a motel.
For it was small and hard to tell.
The angry rain made me cry.
I figured I neednt say good-bye.
She was like an angel and didnt deserve someone sly.
I felt a spear raze my heart telling me how I should try.
The trees would stay but life wouldnt be eternal.
She needed sympathy and love that werent maternal.
Wake up butterfly! For time is going to fly,
Leaving no room for a single smile or even a sigh
Last update : 21-01-2004 12:41
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