Posted: February 27, 2015 by lade in Uncategorized

The weeks have it,
Her meal she began to eat
Our meeting place; uncommon.
At her green page,
Comes My greetings;
she said “Hi”.

Chit with my chats,
It keeps going high,
My stomach kept to its sigh.
Just a common girl, I said!
Maybe a quick snap will play.

Her mobile starts with zero,
Ends with an even.
We began our chats,
I promised her heaven,
Yet her face she kept away.

In and out, moving to get her,
Hope of battle digest,
Yet she seems so far
Her shoots were never attractive
So I wonder: what do I want from her.

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