george albot


Few words


There are only a few words that can explain how I feel
And how you have entered my heart and my mind
You are much in my life now; you just don’t go out of my head
It doesn’t get any weaker the feeling I have for you
You are my one true love and you are defiantly my want’
If what I say to you before that fate plays a part
And being in each other’s life’s
Could destiny have anything to do with it
Can’t wait to see you in and out of the shell
My little, carrot cake, seem to like your carrot
That like fate! ! Without the F
Or destiny without Beyoncé
XXX
Night night babe

Submitted: Tuesday, September 03, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 04, 2013

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