Monday, July 25, 2011

Things We Fancy: Poetry by AjiaZ! =)


A flower he gave
As a token of love
Little did i know
I'd fit him like a glove
He loves me he loves me not he loves me
Now the flower is gone but i'm left with this bomb
And it is still on fire!
Never had a love so deep so intense so immense
Never have i been filled with such desire!
Let him do what he may
He may even stray away
Just as long as he soon returns...
But he better come back fully armed,
Strapped, with a flower & the bomb.


7/25/2011 @8:31p.m.

Poetry by AjiaZ =)
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