She sits in a corner of the wold
Her existance unknown
Or no one cares
She sits and cries
Just a person.
Covered by black velvet,
Her only possesion is her soul.
She is in grief and sorrow
And pain and hunger.
She is black velvet
Black velbet.
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Sigh...I feel in love. Don't ask! Well email, but he is so sweet and a real gentleman!
ReplyDeleteLove,
what is love,
Love is when I see your eyes,
When you hold me in your arms,
When we see each other,
When our lips meet,
When you write me a song,
When we hold hands,
Yes,
Love is all of that,
and more
I am confused.....are you trying to write like meh?
ReplyDeletewait...are you talking bout me or Meliss?
ReplyDeleteshes talkin about me...no i am not tryin to write like you i was just depressed that day, and wanted to curl up in the nearest hole and die
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