Thursday, January 22, 2004
Sorry honey, no flowers from me
If I weren’t who I am; I would send her flowers everyday But I am who I am, and I can hear you say Do not take my life away. And how can I say to you That a woman’s vanity is worth more than your beauty When, all of life would refute such a ridiculous observation She speaks of love, but wants me to... Sign in
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