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Requited At Last?
Contributed by
cheerchix06
on
Sunday, 20th February 2005 @ 10:07:35 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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He laced his fingers through mine As he ran to his winning team. I know I could have fainted when I saw his dark eyes gleam
As they stared at me all the time He didnt have the ball Like hearing him yell my name Through his romantic drawl.
But you just like him because hes hot, Is what everyone tells me. But I truly see something inside him (But theyre right, he is a hottie!)
I swear, if he does like me, Then I may fall down and die! But Im not dead yet, and he just may, Judging from what he implies.
Or maybe hes staring at someone else, But that really doesnt seem right Because it was my fingers that he laced That beautiful, victorious night!
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cheerchix06
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2005-02-20 22:07:35] (Date/Time posted on
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