quarta-feira, janeiro 04, 2006

READ A BOOK
IS LIKE MAKE SEX
THE BEST COMES AT END
I want meet you
Maybe didn’t believe you
But I love you
If you don’t see
I’m stuck for while
If I need you
Don’t ask me why?
Don’t make me cry
That way
Today
Or tomorrow
I just want to see
You don’t know how much
I care
Never kiss you
Maybe I’m sick
Tell me why
When I’m with you
I don’t feel the grown
So I only see you
Don’t see the reality
Fever
To write
Let me see you
If you don’t mind
Kiss me to