When I was a sinner;
I felt like a winner.
When I was a saint;
I would only paint.
It's funny how things end up;
When your so far away;
And I'm strongly in love.
Less then a day to go.
Yet there's nothing I'm aware of.
I can't wait for you to say;
Words in general babe.
While I drink this cup,
Of apple juice.
It only says enough.
I finally see the shape,
Of your handsome face.
1,
Day
1,
May
1,
Saying.
3,
Words
8,
Letters
1,
Meaning
I love you...
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
