MY TOTGA Let me tell you a story Of a boy I once called “baby” In a game named PIMD That is where we get connected He is from small place in India A country you will see in Asia He is younger than me I can even pass to be his “mommy” We met last twenty-sixteen Before Valentine hunt will happen I needed to find my RS that time Didn’t know he’ll also me mine Things got cool at first months He’s sweet but one smart-ass He showered me gifts He’s the one why I have furnis But life was really unfair Things will change even if you didn’t dare It didn’t work well for us It even torn our hearts Two years have passed My love for him never dies But I guess his happy now with someone And it hurts me coz’ he’s my “One” I am still praying that maybe Maybe there’ll still be you and me Because baby, I still love you Even if in your heart, there’s somebody new
My puppies are the best. ? But so are the rest. ?? They are so fluffy and happy.️ So go pet their chest.? Sleepy so sleepy I type,? I don’t know what I say.? I so happy it’s pride month.?️ Sending love to all my gays! Soup for dinner chicken and broccoli.?? Nice and warm and in my tummy.?? This poem is going off tangent.??♀️ Because the alien race is rampant. Flying in space.. Without a trace, ?♀️ Looking for a souvenir or memento.. ? This is my nonsense poem.??♀️ Send me all the bentos.
Ahhhm.. I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair I hate the way you drive my car I hate it when you stare I hate your big dumb combat boots And the way you read my mind I hate you so much that it makes me sick It even makes me ryhme I hate the way you're always right I hate it when you lie I hate it when you make me laugh Even worse when you make me cry I hate the way you're not around And the fact that you didn't call But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. -10 things I hate about you. My fav poem
So tell me what you want, what you really, really want I'll tell you what I want, what I really, really want So tell me what you want, what you really, really want I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah ~Spice girls
Love is sad, and love is cruel. To find it again, don't be a fool. My flower was young, And my flower was sweet, When we were together, Our passion was heat, We travelled together, never apart, And I knew that forever she would be in my heart, I would look in her eyes and I would hold my breathe To lose such a treasure would mean certain death, This sweet little thing that I used to adore, I never thought we would be no more. The sun went away and it started to rain, The joy in my heart soon turned into pain. My little flower that I adored, My absence was long, and she got bored My flower has wilted from the lack of the heat, Resentment took over, and our love was beat, If only we planted more of those seeds, Our garden would flourish and not the weeds. Wilted flower don't be sad, Another's garden is not so bad, Always look up and never bend, And soon you will find that your heart will mend Love is sad, and love is cruel, To find it again, don't be a fool.
Eyes like the Moon Heart like the sea Pulling my heart Making me breath Through all the pain Through the sorrow My dogs made me believe in a better tomorrow
He was so proud of his little girl. It was her very first day of school. He walked with her to school that day, And she held his hand all the way. They walked together quiet and sad, A little girl and her loving dad. Into the school her father led, But he almost cried when she said, "Daddy, Daddy, please don't go. Don't leave me here all alone. I'll miss you if you go away, And I might need you; can't you stay?" "Little Daughter, please don't cry. You'll be okay, so dry your eyes. You have our memories in your heart. We're together though we're apart."