As I look apon her eyes,
and her long wavey hair,
her beauty would be my demise,
espeaically from her looks so fair
I wait for that time that fits,
when I get to see her,
in the room she sits,
her hair looks softer than fur
During our time I don't talk,
I don't say a word.
I don't know what she thought,
the time is just an empty cord
But then our time has gone away,
just to wait for the next day
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 1:27 AM UTC
As I look apon her eyes,
and her long wavey hair,
her beauty would be my demise,
espeaically from her looks so fair
I wait for that time that fits,
when I get to see her,
in the room she sits,
her hair looks softer than fur
During our time I don't talk,
I don't say a word.
I don't know what she thought,
the time is just an empty cord
But then our time has gone away,
just to wait for the next day
