I used to adore you,
I used to feel tickles in my stomach.
I used to adore you,
You were like air to me.
I used to love you,
Everyday I watch your picture.
I used to love you,
but now you are dead.
miércoles, 14 de noviembre de 2012
I used to.
This is a homemade poem I made my own talking about who one person used to love someone but it finished in a tragic way.
I used to adore you,
I used to feel tickles in my stomach.
I used to adore you,
You were like air to me.
I used to love you,
Everyday I watch your picture.
I used to love you,
but now you are dead.
I used to adore you,
I used to feel tickles in my stomach.
I used to adore you,
You were like air to me.
I used to love you,
Everyday I watch your picture.
I used to love you,
but now you are dead.
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Quite funny, I should say. Still, very well done Connie! This is definitely an original love poem.
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