2006-10-09 06:22:14 · 4 answers · asked by Anonymous in Arts & Humanities ➔ Books & Authors
I do not see any reason to forget you
However nowadays I do not get you
What you say, what you do is your job
I will tell my heart that I never met you.
2006-10-09 06:25:40 · answer #1 · answered by deepak57 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
My eyes draw flowers making love an art
But you turn them into white dust
My tears try to find a way into your heart
But they are simply lost in the ocean of my lust.
2006-10-09 14:18:43 · answer #2 · answered by queen_clarisse 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I dream of tomatoes everyday,
I rub them on me in my special way...
I caught a bird and ate it's head,
Call me gay, 'cause my love for you's dead...
How's that? What, not gay? Me neither, but it might make you feel better...
Or, you could just go an TP the person's house...
2006-10-09 13:23:59 · answer #3 · answered by Billy 3 · 2⤊ 0⤋
You suck, like a deep fried duck.
2006-10-09 13:30:25 · answer #4 · answered by 1,1,2,3,3,4, 5,5,6,6,6, 8,8,8,10 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋