senorita
her name is ******
living in a half empty cup
under neath the stars
of a lofts stairs.
****** dances and dreams
wonders if life is all it seems
as its perceived,
questions her thoughts
traces her dreams
chases the feelings
that so desperatley brings ****** to her knees
perhaps there is a plan
maybe its all just a test
as ****** sips her cup
under the stairs
a man comes and says hey bonita como se llamo
****** she speaks softly and smiles
hola senorita he replys
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 1:35 PM UTC
senorita
her name is ******
living in a half empty cup
under neath the stars
of a lofts stairs.
****** dances and dreams
wonders if life is all it seems
as its perceived,
questions her thoughts
traces her dreams
chases the feelings
that so desperatley brings ****** to her knees
perhaps there is a plan
maybe its all just a test
as ****** sips her cup
under the stairs
a man comes and says hey bonita como se llamo
****** she speaks softly and smiles
hola senorita he replys
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