Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Can't Think.

Baby blossoms are in the mood,
To write something sweet and good.


She's in love with a local,
Who's kinda focal.


Remembering the past,
Will bursts you into laughs,
As day goes by,
The story will last.


Stupid little hoe,
Feels woe with hope.


Time after time,
Day after day,
Still it will be the same.


Forgive and forget,
Forget and forgive,
Doesn't change the fact that it is real.

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