"cheri" poems
to make someone feel the way you want them to feel
is to trade in your soul for a pizza
without the mushrooms, sausages, pineapples, M&M;'s, pepperoni, cheese, tomato (it's pronounced toe-mato mind you) sauce, crust, dough and
leaving all but an empty
box on top of the garbage can.
too bad for the floating astronaut,
drunk on coconuts,
when he left in his tin can.
he's begun dancing on empty matter
with all the missing pizzas.
i guess their owners have been
****** and dumped
in another swirling portal
a long time ago
when the light was flickering off on
that empty street at dark(au contraire, mon cheri!),
just threatening to die when you believed it was ageless?
the night will never be a color.
goodnight my loveless ingénue
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 2:19 AM UTC
How can I ever tell you that
in the 21st century,
as innocent as you are,
you will be sexualized.
It started with
one peak under that skim cloth
that made you an icon
Halloween costumes
turned your baby face into
the mask of a "babe"
There are no more dogs
struggling to tear your short shorts
now only mutts scattering clubs
hands dangling onto your belt loops
as if they were in the middle of a hurricane
You, Coppertone Baby, didn't know any better
you were minding your own **** business
vacationing on the beach
when somebody had the audacity to snap a picture
of your ***
Sweet little girl,
you are us.
You are society's expectations of innocent women
so easily willing to publicize our bodies
printed on billboards
sold in magazines
You put your hair up for vanity
but we tie our hair back to avoid
violent hands
You, Coppertone Baby
will never be known as Cheri,
just like today,
we are branded into the clothes made to hide our bodies
but couldn't do it enough
we are the voiceless
We are the shadows hiding behind anatomy
we are nip-slips
we are on the front cover
of ******* magazines
You grew up not expecting it
merely existing
only knowing the words,
"mommy and daddy."
Welcome, Coppertone Baby,
to the present, not so much a gift
where your first words are now,
"thank you"
the camera is constantly pointed
constantly asking you to sit pretty
you will learn to avoid beaches
and only buy the clothes
that suffocate your skin
I know you were meant to sell sunscreen
but how can I ever buy your product
if I can't even hardly
go outside.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 7:54 PM UTC
A Parody
Brigitte my love
Our Country suffers of many debts
The people are restless
Whatever shall we do love?
Ah Macron, we must think past the cookies
The solutions are complex, answers evasive
Let me speak with Marie Antoinette, she shall know!
Queen of Navarre, By god we shall be saved!
Marie, Marie Antoinette our people are restless
Our republic is in debt. these are crazy times!
Whatever shall we do?
I am fed up, allons-y
Ah fear not, if they have not bread!
Let them eat Nutella!
Lower the prices
Nutella for the masses!!!
Marie, are you sure? very very sure of such things?
Oui oui, on with it, my father was emperor of Rome
Nutella will calm the masses
Come here Nemo. taste, see even Nemo is tres happy now!
And so France lowered the prices of Nutella
Thus began the nouveau French Revolution
Riots in the streets, brawling in the magasins
The uprising has began, we want our Nutella for free
The masses rose
Nutella for all, Nutella for sans prix
We are all somewhat fou for Nutella you see!
And so the masses fought each other for Nutella's liberty
Nutella one and Nut Ella all!
I swear to your Brigette
We should have given them Macarons!!!
People remain civilized with cafe and cookies! n'est pas?
Emmanuel my love, fret not
The revolution shall be quelled
Qh I have the perfect person for this
He shall restore order to our dear republic
Prey tell Brigette? Who could do such a thing now
Riots everywhere, the masses fight each other daily?
The streets are not safe
There is a shortages of Nutella now, we are doomed cheri
Non non mon amour, I shall call Alizee
She shall sing us out of the terrible mess
She is the mistress of Doug McMillion
This man can save us all!!
Brigitte, who is this man you call Doug?
Why Emmanuel he is the president of Walmart
He has squashed many Black Fridays rebellions
He shall save us all!!!!!!
From these unruly unsavory Nutella shoppers!!!!!
Vive la France!
Vive Alizee
Mange ton macaroon mon cheri
C'est ton droit et ta liberté
Jan 30, 2018
Jan 30, 2018 at 1:18 AM UTC
Bonjour, mon Cheri, mon petit Chou!
The doorbell rings with a solemn telegram:
- this just in -
I am exactly like most girls - in civilizations lost, or civilizations in other civilizations, Italy hiding in Toronto and a government hiding in a shameful self-promotion, and 20 seconds later I'm a poly-sci major (incorrigible!)
- 911! 911! 911! 911!
What's my emergency? What's YOUR emergency? But really, what is my emergency? And when it comes to that, What's in an emergency - an aristocracy in high-waisted shorts, an ice cream social (media) scream - lets back the car out and park and loop and inevitably end up in a straight line caterpillars away from
(The truth) - (but more of that later)
Cross-continental cigarette and now I'm running out of material to trade it for. I am lonely, can't you see? A fair trade, for a night with me-
**** me so hard I can't walk, **** me over so bad I can't detour a one-track mind)
I am not the one Hemingway prepared you for, I will not blow smoke rings in Spain or wander the streets of Paris, I will sit right here lounging in a plaid vinyl sinkhole and carry myself with delusions of grandeur
(Beyond novels unread - yet sadly written - by the unwashed and falsely educated masses)
Life as an existential film, life as woe is me in backwards bus terminals. Life as when you marry someone you hate and life as cold tempura on a booze-stained tablecloth. Pass the peas, please.
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 11:38 PM UTC
In the last quarter of the twentieth century, much of the world sat on the edge of an increasingly expensive theater seat waiting for something momentous to occur. Christian aficionados of the Second Coming scenario were convinced that, after two thousand years, the other shoe was about to drop. And five of the era's best-known psychics predicted that Atlantis would soon reemerge from the depths. To this last, Princess Leigh-Cheri responded, "There are three lost continents…we are one: the lovers." In whatever esteem one might hold Princess Leigh-Cheri's thoughts, one must agree that the last quarter of the twentieth century was a severe period for lovers. It was a time a time when romantic relationships took on the character of ice in spring, stranding many little children on jagged and inhospitable floes. Nobody quite knew what to make of the moon anymore
Consider a certain night in August. The moon was so bloated it was about to tip over. For more than an hour, Leigh-Cheri stared into the sky. "Does the moon have a purpose?" She inquired. The same query put to the Remington SL3 typewriter elicited this response: Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question in life is whether to **** yourself or not. Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end. Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm. There is only one serious question. And that is: Who knows how to make love stay? Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to **** yourself. Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and end of time. Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon.
-La Dispute, One
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 8:28 PM UTC
I adore you,
But I don't know what you're about.
I dream of you,
Bon reves, cheri.
When you asked me,
A glimmer of relief.
Exactly what I was talking about;
I thought it might be a cruel hoax.
I fell so hard,
You knocked me down.
The forbidden romance,
Tender sentiments hidden all around.
He made me smile.
A tired life, now shaken.
No longer in denial,
We've had our run.
A vulnerable heart lies broken.
I can't believe it's true.
Is there nothing unspoken?
In three frantic words, I've lost you.
I can't quite see right now,
But I'm compelled to write.
I lie down, and feel you pull me,
Into the deepest, darkest night.
You draw me in,
Everything leads to you.
I breathe, (breathing begins)
I still miss you.
You turned.
A summer lost,
A winter learned.
At what cost?
Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC
Encounter
It was afterward, in the light from a streetlamp
you sobbed and said that you wished we hadn't.
Anyone else and I'd have taken my cue, left, and drank till sunrise.
For some reason I stayed (having no choice really)
pulled you close and asked why, expecting an answer I'd already
heard many, many times before.
You looked into me, and said 'You smell like pine needles.
The next one won't smell like you, and I won't be able to pretend
that he or she is you.'
That was not the answer I had a defense for.
"You smell like cinnamon, and I want to run. But I won't leave,
unless you want me to."
Winds
"Let me tell you about winds," said I, trailing an apricot leaf across your left breast. Giggling, you tried to bite my nose. "Shut up you, I love that book too, and I know Herodotus better than you ever will."
"Ah yes, you were his lover at one time if I recall."
"Indeed I was, long before you and your sandy hair came on the scene. Your hair IS sandy."
"It is so totally NOT sandy, it's light brown. And all the grey is your fault."
Sauntering to the bathroom, you gave me the finger as you bent down to turn on the hot water. I waited till I saw steam, long enough for you to let your guard down, and hit you in the *** dead center with an apricot.
"Good shot you piece of **** but that's no way to treat a lady."
"Whoever said you were a lady cheri?"
Laughing, you tried to shove soap in my mouth as I slid into the scalding water. The tub was a bit cramped for two people, but we didn't mind. We never minded when we were forced together, at least here was privacy. (Although there are few things sweeter than a stolen kiss in a train full of singing Rajput schoolchildren, a story for another time)
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Sounds swarming
But quite alarming
College babes
Like___ Slimfast
Drink___ fast
Loves never last
Dorming ****
X box Assassin Creed
Video gifts Elfering
Twitter featuring
The Rattlesnake
*********
My sweet
surrender
Sangria
stuttering
Big mistake
The sangria
Clever mastering
The place was
bugged
That Drunk
No comedy act
Ben Stiller
All Gigs **** her
GIF ruff stuff
Gold digger bluff
Hangover cliff
Her bedroom eyes
Tonight the
Holy water
I phone Maria
Sangria suits him
Just the ring fighter
Ratfinks website
White being
creamed
Drink Kahlia
I won't
My dream drink
Sangria
Saint
My love, you ain't
He is singing
Maria
Strong hangover
with mudpack
Malaria
Drink playmate
All geared up
Generous Gina
Montezuma revenge
The Saint lounge
Competition
How she flaunts
her drinks inferior
Writing a poem
missing
some fonts
((His Tatoo))
the bomb drinker
Pineapple chunks
Bayou
water ripe ripples
Leftover drunks
Mon Cheri *******
Acting like a Saint
Terri spiritual Rumi
The drink scruples
relationship
sandstorm
Riders of
Morrisons
Heirs of beer
At the dorm
The ((Psychic Alarm))
Your drink woke
you up
****** humor
potential
Sangria
Someone was singing
I just met a girl
named Maria
((Harry Potter Hogwarts))
San Antonio
Met Maria
What a belly wash
Drinking up
Alcoholic Darts
Sanguine
Difficulty
pregnancy
Two lovers
liking Maria
Optimistic
Smoothing in
Sangria
He has
a Margarita____*
Mexican
Cancun
Margaret
upbeat
down to her
last drink
Sangria tank
Egyptian Army
buddy drinking
Like a
sandbank
Computer
Clickbank
Lions and coins
sandblasting
Morons
multitasking
Bermuda sounds
Sandpipers
And globetrotters
My Saint
of Sangria
Barcelona
Goddess
On her drenched
Sangria
mattress
She could
have done
his Bio
((That SanAntonio))
((Hostess)) Gia
Lollobrigida
Tony was singing
out to Maria
Her wings
of liquor
The Saint moves
quicker_______
Cabaret stripper
Natalie let me
entertain you
Surprise the
sanitarians
Flipping homes
Drinking up
Their Sangria
My Saint
Bella
Mama Mia
You arrived invite
your friends
No Maria______!!
Drinks on me
Schools out
But Sangria
Stays in we party
Way out
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:47 AM UTC
Hmm,
At first sight
I like ...
Our eyes met, we smiled
The feeling is mutual
I can tell
Didn't think it possible but
It happened
Just like that!
I'm hooked
My summer crush
I looked up
A hand came in view
It was him, looking straight in my eyes
I melted on the spot
Took his hand and squeezed
The cougar in me purred with delight
Ahh, it's real
Mon cheri - those eyes
Always roaming to find the other
Hoping no one notices
It's a mutual thing
To just be friends
Not to harm or offend
Feels good
We smile, secretively
Like old friends
Summer crush
Like ice
Sizzling hot
Hush ...
I don't even know his name
Copyright JRap /7/2016
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Fanm, fanm, o fanm rapadou
Boubout mwen, bèsom, kòmansmanm
Nan kaye jounalye mwen chak jou
Chak jou se pou ou, se jou pa ou
Ou se nanm mwen, poto pitanmm
Mwen renmen ou chak jou
Chouchoum, mwen renmen ou.
Bèl fanm, bèl cheri, bèl bote
Ou nan kèm tout la jounen
Ou okipe nan nan lavi mwen
Ou se Princess mwen, gran Majeste
Ou se larenn mwen, yon gran sous
Fanm, fanm, o fanm dous
Oksijèn mwen, bèl dam mwen.
Fanm, fanm, kinanm mwen
Etwal nan syèl, lalin lavi mwen
Ou se yon poupe orijinal, bèl fanm
Ou se moun ki konn naje, e rame nan lanm
Ou se yon fanm ki byen akonpli nan la Bib
Fanm, fanm, o fanm sansib
Ou se solèy kap klere palmis mwen an.
Wi ou se yon fanm natal fondamantal
Anj gadyen mwen, sent vyèj mwen, ala ou bèl
Lavi pagen oken sans san ou, chouchou
Ou se trezòm, fanm, fanm, espwa mwen
Ou se kèm, rèv mwen, nanm mwen
Fanm, fanm misterye, mwen damou ou.
P.S. Tradiksyon 'Joyous Women's Day'
Ki ekri Pa Hébert Logerie
Copyright © Mas 2019, Hébert Logerie, Tout dwa rezève
Hébert Logerie se otè plizyè liv pwezi.
Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 9:41 PM UTC
You’re Beautiful stirred my cockles
Made me blush
Although much more thrillin’ than Calvin Trillin
Your vers libre’ is so jaded mon cheri
You crave more
You deserve more
Like the snowflakes in the park
So why waste your virtue on knaves?
Let your fingers do the walking
Try groping the grotto
Nulling the void
Close your eyes and enjoy the moment
At least it’s *** with someone you love
Then enjoy the simpler pleasures of life
Write-on
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 2:16 AM UTC
I gone fishin', ma Cheri
I built us a house on Blues Bayou
And set it on batons
To keep out the water
And Mister Raton
But the bayou gets bluer
As new days come to view, Cher
It was me, you once adored,
Hugged and cherished
Me, you've lately ignored
I thought real hard 'bout it
Decided it weren't worth it
To go huntin' for squirrel
So today I just go fishin'
See a vision of my next expedition
Ignorin' the light is impossible
Forever; you're bound to notice
Especially when it's not there
Even a flickerin' candle furnish
Enough light to see, I no longer care
So I step out the back door
Feel the rush of my fall
Into Blues Bayou for a quick swim
I'll dry out soon in my boat,
Find Mister Raton and trick him
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 12:56 AM UTC
steel wool woven into my tendons
pricking stringy veins
in vain i wore you
steal me some wool
for a sweater too scratchy for my pink skin
steel wool on a kitchen sink
sanding my baby forearm pink
stringy veins leaky weaky
making stained sweater splotchy
your lipmarks my hipmarks our ripmarks
thank you kindly for a lovely sweater cheri
i'll wear it till my pink ripens raw rotten cherry
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 10:58 PM UTC
koi dukh te nahi tainu
Tera fikar rahe mainu
Tera kivein laggeya hona
Dil mera taan lagge na tere bin
Mainu chheti chheti mil dholna
Main te theek nahi aan tere bin
Socheya si ki, te ki ** gaya ae
Saddi vaari rabb so gaya ae
Kariye ki, kithe jaaiye
Kihde kollon mangiye dua
Mainu dine hanera laggda ae
Chanann jehe tere chehre bin
Mainu chheti chheti mil dholna
Main te theek nahi aan tere bin
Milna zaroor, tu kar intezar mera
Kallan kallan zakham main bharun tera
Maran ni dena tainu mainu
Eddan meri jaan
Ik pal vi jeen ni dena
*** main tainu mere bin
Mainu chheti chheti mil dholna
Main te theek nahi aan tere bin
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 11:55 AM UTC
In the stillness of the night
I do think of you
As the nocturnal sound go loud
I do think of you
Forgive me, mon cheri
I do think of you
As the pain goes deeper
I do think of you
When the cold winds of the night comes
I do think of you
As the new sun appears
I do think if you
When all the lights were shut
I do think of you
When I sleep and when I dream
I do think of you
Do not fret, my love
I do think of you
As long as I can
I will think of you
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
threw your eyes
y became human,
y breath, and let go
anger and pain.
starting to feel
that i am not alone, that neruda
understood, in his poem
the queen.
theres more bigger than you there are
ther are prettier than you, there are
there more little than you, there are
but i named you mi queen, and no one
sees, your walking threw the air, no one sees
the red gold carpet that you walk on.
the loved one, queen of
mi empire of words, that no one
knows only her, every photo, breaking
our departed love, every smile in the distance
was my excuse to carry, each day.
and that she understand me.
but the secret is now semi public,
nights come with all the rush,
even then y can and must be cool,
loneliness is hard, the distance
it is the pain, remorse not,
only letting go is the chance,
be the beast, be the lion,
loving in secret, keeping the loved distance
that allowed me to love in secret,
even nigthmares are on your count,
nights and pain, making poems out
of life, and if not aloud me to do so,
pain killer nights to forget that
the light of mi eyes, is far away, and i need to touch
someone, so no lover.
but the need of your skin, the need
of my eyes, to see the objective goddess
that they love and desire, is like the need
for her smile, her strawberry jam smile.
its you, the lady that owns mi heart.
cest bonn, touche. being folish,
departed from the creeps in my brain,
the need for that most wanted, is poorly
tolerated, the fever is giant, and lonesome
of love is the poem, but always alone,
after all, the beast must go on,
in tree years or so, would y be free,
after the lies and deicit, after the hurm,
after all, the love is everywhere, and the friend
is more loved then ever, and the rest of mi heart
it suffers as always, and more this tree years,
all the clues given in this, all the mugle talkers,
respect is a need of the offenders, to feel something
it all, all is clear, love hurts, the need is clearer then ever
respect is and should be a rigth, human and animal.
time is no longer their option, and the flux of words are
stucked, in the eyes of the mate, holding a little
piece of my heart, all is clear, and the need of
pain is no longer my addiction, after all the pain,
y grew up, and decide to love, and split myself,
one too big, one too small, im a pig,
that love them both, the mate and the love,
all is clear in mi movi bubble, even the
clear is clear now, about it all, the two
pieces of my heart, le amour,ahh, le ami
adore, le belle chanson, la belle et la bette,
je sui la bette, cest tout la belle bette cheri,
mon petite bette adore.
all is ´past, never take the blame
for cowards, or say sorry for them,
never say sorry, for the hurm, you
never did, past is prologue, and love
can save the day after all.
je adore le pettite bette,
ladrona de corazones.
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 3:22 AM UTC
Cheri can’t wait for the shop to shut,
She’s been there since eight. Now she’s
Tired and her feet ache and there is an
Itch beneath her right *** where the cheap
Bra holds and she wants to urinate before
It’s too late. She stands by the door,
Holding it back, for a customer to leave,
Some old biddy who’s moaned and
Grumbled and tut-tutted all the while
There. Cheri doesn’t care; she’s dying
For a **** She pushes her knees tight
Together, cursing beneath her breath
The old biddy with her bags and moans.
She puts on her fake smile, but all the
While, her bladder’s weakening, the urge
To *** is taking hold. Now the old biddy
Has stopped to chat with some old dear
In a flowery hat. She knocks her knees
Together to distract from the urge to ***
Fact. She grips the handle of the door,
Hurry up, she says beneath her breath,
Or I’ll wet the floor. The old biddy nods
And agrees to the talking hag with the hat.
That’s it, Cheri senses; on top of that, she
Needs to **** She takes a deep breath and
Releases the handle of the door and runs
Through the shop, by the old biddy and
The talking hag with the flowery hat,
By the manageress with her rising brow,
Into the back, and somehow into the toilet,
Shutting the door, pushing underwear down
To the floor, she sits and pees and sighs and
***** Cheri doesn’t care if the shop’s busy
Or the customers moan; there comes a time
In a shop girl’s life when she needs to be
Alone, when she needs to contemplate on
Her life or loves or love affairs or getting
Married or when she’ll next have *** or
Not or if at all. Cheri can’t wait for the shop
To close, for the door to lock at six o’ clock.
She waits and sighs and closes her eyes and
Hears the inward tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 4:02 PM UTC
I don't think I can go on
no, not anymore mon cheri.
therein lie a hole that appears to bore and burn my entire existence.
How could I dare steal another breath?
Demons whisper desires upon the rim of my ear
Do you know what they say?
To not feel alive is to jump into the roaring sea, unafraid.
To feel alive is to pull the trigger, blindfolded.
I am incapable of either for I chose to feel everything at once.
A curse I regret to inform you
I would never take back
because to feel everything mon cheri
is to feel you, here, your love, this.
Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 1:01 AM UTC
True love by: young junior
(Hook)
When love knocking on your door
You better get up on the floor
True love will never ever fall
Think twice and have some more (x3)
(Verse)
I got a pretty girl name Cheri
Her lip taste like berry
She sitting next to me drinking some wine
Everytime she look so fine
I love her so much
Until I won't let her go
Few month later I just let her go
My heart is broken like an arrow
There ain't tomorrow with out you girl
Yea have you ever lost someone
And the person won't take you back
And all the things you did
It wasn't your fault
And you have to accept it tho
Girl, people make mistake
I ain't perfect
You know that
Just take me as your man
I promise I won't do it
C'mon let go
(Hook)
When love is knocking on your door
You better get up on the floor
True love will never ever fall
Think twice and have some more
Yea
When love is knocking on your door
You better get up on the floor
True love will never ever fall
Think twice and have some more
(Rap)
Roses are red
The sky is beautiful
Just like you
Girl, you are my light in the darkness
I just want you to hold me tight
At night I can't even sleep
I have been thinking about you
You mean the world to me
True love never ever die
If I gonna try
Yea yea C'mon
(Rap)
I'm was your man
You were my girl
We both should be forever
Girl, you are my best friend
I'm your lover
I just love you more than a fat kid that love fat cake
I won't leave you
If I do I will be lonely like a tree with no leaf
Iike I said true love is forever
If it was raining I will cover you under my umbrella
Even tho you keep askin me how many chicks am I thinking
I said none
I'm just thinking about you
Every night and every day
She said,1-10 how much I care about her
I said, million times I care about you
I will never leave you like my pillow in my bed..
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
behold that lass with a perfect silky hair
her eyes were like fireflies filled with misty realms
with her eyes speak what lips could not express
her endless grief have been buried in those luminous eyes
they hide a heavy heart deeper than any ocean
so vast as the sky or a calm sea
no one could ever know what lies beneath
when she met someone new
her eyes revealed words she did not knew
their eyes met and it was like magic in the making
their eyes shoot the breeze
and could not help it but to be in a daze
their eyes met but their soul will never be one
her mind trembles when she realized their eyes met only to find the truth
the fact that their heart belongs to someone else
eyes never lie they say
perhaps, their eyes will sail in another time and place
where they will glide to the stars on wishes and wings of golden memories
they will move the night as the dreamers
whose patch are filled with poems written by their souls
but at the end of their endeavor they had their adieu
until then, they had a little time to spend together
they have no way with words
they simply take words
their eyes do the work to express their heart
their chest bleeds but that is for the better
this is their good bye, right before they depart:
"au revoir mon cheri
au revoir to our chance of love."
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 7:41 AM UTC
Remember how it started...
Rasberry mocha
....Postcard from Chicago
Making love on the lifeguard tower
How we we soaked the sheets
.... in your apartment...that
Blistering summer
Pedaling through sunshine
To find the largest brews
...Reading in bed
Making a home...
Our kitten burrito
...Lazy afternoons
Spooning to football
...on the sofa
Your Masters show
Sundays in the print room
...The giant press
It took both of us to turn the wheel
My favorite friend
My favorite laugh
How I fell so much more in love with you
...each time you sang to me...
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......'Mon Cheri' Amore'
Our nephews...so tiny in our hands
... Christmas gingerbread
And quarters on the living room floor
Standing in the rain for hours to help a stranger;...78 bites later
I never felt more beaUtiful than
that day// in that dress// I do and I did
How we fit so perfectly/puzzled
...but we still fell to pieces
Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
(Hook)
When love knocking on your door
You better get up on the floor
True love will never ever fall
Think twice and have some more (x3)
(Verse)
I got a pretty girl name Cheri
Her lip taste like berry
She sitting next to me drinking some wine
Everytime she look so fine
I love her so much
Until I won't let her go
Few month later I just let her go
My heart is broken like an arrow
There ain't tomorrow with out you girl
Yea have you ever lost someone
And the person won't take you back
And all the things you did
It wasn't your fault
And you have to accept it tho
Girl, people make mistake
I ain't perfect
You know that
Just take me as your man
I promise I won't do it
C'mon let go
(Hook)
When love is knocking on your door
You better get up on the floor
True love will never ever fall
Think twice and have some more
Yea
When love is knocking on your door
You better get up on the floor
True love will never ever fall
Think twice and have some more
(Rap)
Roses are red
The sky is beautiful
Just like you
Girl, you are my light in the darkness
I just want you to hold me tight
At night I can't even sleep
I have been thinking about you
You mean the world to me
True love never ever die
If I gonna try
Yea yea C'mon
(Rap)
I'm was your man
You were my girl
We both should be forever
Girl, you are my best friend
I'm your lover
I just love you more than a fat kid that love fat cake
I won't leave you
If I do I will be lonely like a tree with no leaf
Iike I said true love is forever
If it was raining I will cover you under my umbrella
Even tho you keep askin me how many chicks am I thinking
I said none
I'm just thinking about you
Every night and every day
She said,1-10 how much I care about her
I said, million times I care about you
I will never leave you like my pillow in my bed..
Young junior baby
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
It's a good day to rain,
when I don't see you again,
it makes me just,
that much sadder.
You're the sun, making me feel warm,
inside and out,
you've got my head spinning,
I say this without a doubt.
You're a breath of fresh air,
when you're around,
you're the whispering wind,
that glides without a sound.
But it's only a good day for rain,
when you're not around,
because then my heart's heavy,
and you aren't there to help hold it,
because you can't be found.
Ah what a shame,
what a shame,
seven years to this day,
is when you went away,
never to return from up, up above,
so soon,
my first true love.
I miss you, I will, and always,
for when you're not here,
it seems I see only rainy days.
So long dear sun,
never to return to me,
fare thee well oh love, mon cheri,
I hope you're up there, watching over me.
For today,
as everyday,
is A good day for rain.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:45 AM UTC
Even through all the pain, I'm madly and deeply in love with you. You are my one and no matter the obstacles, I'm here for you.
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 12:15 AM UTC