sceatt and my frendscipe.

i am a mildheortnes-beorn,
that what can i call for myself,
turn a friend to a feond,
turn my heart just for her.

pretty bad youngster,
for a beautous lassie.

her beautiful,
illuminated toward to thou heart,
but loyal and leasung,
can't be see thru your eyes.

credit to dila ;)

Anglo-saxon

Hither,
what i say base on my opinion
to pore over
midst of people maeners
on they role as a couple.
For me, the words of couple
just have a simple meaning;
to happy be too sad
and to breakup wax end whence its start.

Trow, she is my last couple.
Name nabilahh.
Easy-to-mardy-grumpy-heart lassie.
Hope there she loves
me till i defunct
not she love me
until she say
i dont love you.

Goodbye, goodnight sweetie.

Randezvous with her.

When the last time did you say taht you want to see her?
When the last time did you hear her voice?
When the last time did you see her face?
When the last time did you hold her hand tightly?
And when the last time did you snuggle and kiss her?

what the fuck is wrong with you?

mull over my friends.

This billet-doux is not for thou.

Should i say love is,
jollity and joyous?
all fake.

Dont judge me by jotter or letter,
all i wrote,
all you read,
Isn't true,
but it's full of melticolouness.

Thus my love to you,
Isn't real,
and isn't kitsch,
but it's a depression interminable,
that can't be stop,
and it must be stop.

And what i,
comprehend the meaning of warm-liking?
It's bête noire, blase and full of..
boredom.

But what i see,
you are different from other dame,
they all coquette and hypocrite.

If you sojourn on my heart,
snuggle me,
and i will spoke to you,
someone has stole my heart,
and you are the lucky one,
because,
the dame that i love is not thou.

All dame-lame are same.

Spruce soignée matured dame in blue dress that I insuferable to batten her heart.

First time that I saw her,

Yeah Im quite abide

like a fogey flummox

and pent in shabbier heart shape.

But in my mind,

thinking something that will-o'-the-wisp.

Of course I want to liaise with her,

not enough in myspace.

I want her number!

But im to quail to ask her number.

'Cos she already have her prising life partner,

and surelly she pleased

with what she have now

and of course

I have a little conversation with her

but base on quid pro quo.

Surelly bathos!

when I know,

she really sociable in condour situation

that invitable by man

who is fucking dreary

and envy with her-lads 'cos ain't to bet his style n famous.

But, what for i want her number?

To impair they realationship?

or to flaunt infront of my friend?

But i wish to be her friend,

someday..

(yah! confident! but full of groan!)

My former sweetheart love me back?

Did she really love me back?
not easy to bear this feeling to her,
de facto she my first collen,
that make me feels,
how beauteos love is.
But, I ommited her,
this occured,
because of my fucking fellows,
spoke and assume rubbish at her.
I know she dissimiliar from other lassie,
joie de vivre, hoyden and samg-froid.
But thats not the reason,
that i should not love her!
And now she back,
I reckon that is my 2nd chance,
to love her in idyll and trustworthy.