Author: Andrew Gasca
On the day of 10-14-03 I met the girl that took my breath away, my last breath. She was as perfect as can be, I hoped there would be a (WE). As I counted the days, months. I was glad that I made the right decision, It felt like I was in a prison of love, like a sign from above. When she first told me she loved me, I knew we were ment to be. She looked as beautiful as a red rose, striking a lovely pose. When the world comes to and end, that's the day I spend my last breath that she left me to say, *I LOVE HER*
Comments on this poem/writing:
|breanna (22.214.171.124) -- Friday, February 20 2004, 06:19 am|
this sounds like one of the best ones you have wrote!
|elisabeth (126.96.36.199) -- Monday, February 23 2004, 12:30 am|
hey sexy i fell the same way as u i love you to and ther is a (we)
|ryan juarez (188.8.131.52) -- Friday, April 16 2004, 05:38 pm|
this is 1 of the best ever!
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