Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Chapter Eleven: Just a taste

Not to long ago
Rebecca Rose
I was hurtin pretty bad till you came round
I was a poor lonely girl just dredging around
Lonely and hurt I thought I was done and gone
Just thinking I was the worlds biggest pawn
But now that I sit here I have hope
It makes my mind easy to cope
I think about the perfect situation to kiss
Then I think more and my mind goes amiss
You call it Midwestern hospitality I call it cowboy
Holding your hand would be a delicious joy
I hope you like this you know who its for
Perhaps if you do I'll even write more
This crush isn't old but the feelings are
Maybe even one day they will be above par.

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