I always pretend
I have an ideal friend;
If she was sad
I`d be terribly mad.
And I`d love her so much
That I wouldn`t allow her others touch.
And she would be so sweet
That she`d be my need;
We`d look at the moon
And would fly on the balloon...
But it is just a dream
To be loved by the queen...
I always pretend
I have an ideal friend...
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...i dream of him all nights and days
am searching him in every face
he`s somewhere else but not in here
can not conceal the endless fear
that `ll never cross him on the street
but there is one hope that says
`you`ll meet..`
keep on waiting for..
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I also dreamed of such a friend.
Where does he live? Show me the land...
The years have passed and my conclusion:
He lives just only in illusion.
Tobos.
Тобос 07.12.2007 13:22 • Заявить о нарушении
Where does he live? Show me the land...
The years have passed and my conclusion:
He lives just only in illusion.
Tobos.
Тобос 07.12.2007 13:22 • Заявить о нарушении
i dream of him all nights and days
am searching him in every face
he`s somewhere else but not in here
can not conceal the endless fear
that `ll never cross him on the street
but there is one hope that says
`you`ll meet..`
thanks for this poem. it`s really nice,
Нателла 07.12.2007 14:17 Заявить о нарушении
am searching him in every face
he`s somewhere else but not in here
can not conceal the endless fear
that `ll never cross him on the street
but there is one hope that says
`you`ll meet..`
thanks for this poem. it`s really nice,
Нателла 07.12.2007 14:17 Заявить о нарушении
You can have Friends no more than few,
But best of Yours is only YOU!
:)
Tobos.
Тобос 07.12.2007 20:35 Заявить о нарушении
But best of Yours is only YOU!
:)
Tobos.
Тобос 07.12.2007 20:35 Заявить о нарушении