from the corazon

April 17, 2014

Roses are red, violets are blue

My eyes are stuck like glue on you

The things you do

The things you say

Happen to make my day.

I know this is lame

I got no game

Please let cupid take his aim.

We are so far

Yet so close

Lets try to make the most.

This life is short

This life is sweet

I hope i dont sound like a creep.

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