"pullid" poems
It happened in the past
II thank God we made it
Every minute was great until we gave in
Thank God ii met you
Leaving was like power be drained
Left pullid
Your name ingraved in my heart
Becoming a fossil
As my eyes turn tears to crystal
They shine so bright like diamonds
But don't worry
What happened is a mystery
Thank God ii met you
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 3:26 PM UTC