Stapp
Shy and organized...
I was stuck to Alice's dress.
Hitched a ride I must confess...
Perhaps this will be the only poem
I will ever unclothe with sadness...
Dear reader,
In this poem, we meet as souls...
I see the scar.
From afar...
I walked out of your life slowly hoping you will
Call me back with a warm hug. But I guess...
I believe in angels,
The kind that heaven sends...
All of these emotions rolling around deep inside...
They say they care about you, yet they cut you...
Lying in open fields,
she thinks about her day...
Not to be confused with any events originating out...
To A reunification of Europe and Strengened ties...
Girl says:
I can't promise you perfection...
I feel you
I know its you...