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| Sunny's Poem Page 4 |
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| Together |
| If we were together, My dear, my love, my life, We'd be oh-so-happy. Through good times and strife. If the world should soon end, My sweet, my darling true, We would need nothing else, To prepare us, my love. If we were a couple, My breath of sweet, fresh air, The world would see us as, But blissfully happy. If we were together, My adorable man, I'd never leave your side. 'Till death do us part. |
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| Adieu |
| My dearest love, I can't say adieu. For my heart is focused on you. Your pure heart, your sweet dark hair. You stole my heart, it isn't fair. If it were letf up to you, my love, Would you, to me, say adieu? |
| The End |
| It didn't work out, teah, baby, I know, but must it end this way. I had your baby, yeah, honey, I knew, I'd never be the same. I caught you with Jen, yeah, sweety, what now, why did you break our vow? We're still really young, yeah, my dear, please stay, not for me, but our baby. Please keep breathing now, yeah my love hold on, Jen killed you 'cause of me. |
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| Et Tu? |
| They'd all given up on my long agi. Et tu? They said I was hopeless, on down the road. Et tu? I had thought they were my best friends. Et tu? I'd given up on my lover, I'm at the end? Et tu? I thought I could rely on you, but not now. Et tu? |
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| Hey Stranger! |
| Hey stranger! Yeah, you! You seem pretty nice, (And good-looking too)! I'd like to know you, 'cause you seem really sweet. Just the kind of guy, I've wanted to meet! What? You like me too? Well, isn't that great! Want a drink or two? Not alchohol, though, It's not good for you, And if you drink it, That day you shall rue. But anyway, my friend, Say what? What's my name? Tris, it's a new trend. And what might yours be? Gene? How sweet! That's cute! Don't drink that, it's cruddy! |
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| Could it Be Love? |
| Could it be love, that I feel for you, my dark-haired angel, whom I liked upon aquaintance? Could I love at twelve, and now thirteen, when I gaze, at you in class, totally speechless? Could you love me, or even like, would suffice my dark-eyed crush, for now two years? Could it be love, I feel arround you, when all I, can think about is dumb, immature puns? Could it be love, when I worry, about appearence, and attitude? Could it be? |
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