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rhyming letter (Free verse) by bxjay170
I don't know how to say it or where to start, ill be fronting if i say i dont feel bad cauze physically and mentally we're so far apart, when we are together there so many things i wonna do, i knew i wanted you from the instant moment i saw you, only if you will tell me how u really feel, who know's maybe it could be the start of something real, but u choose to keep your lips sealed, only you can make me forget the pass, i love your eyes, your sexy little lips and not to be to ghetto but also love your fatty ass, and lets not forget your cute sweet laugh, its hard to see through u but am being clear like glass, i say i dont give a fuck but deep down u know i care, but if u like someone else thats cool cauze no one told me life was suppose to be fair, if i had to choose any girl to be with you'll be the first on my list, we can spent a night just chillin waiting for that one special kiss, its kind of crazy the way we still speak after our thing came to a end, but if you don't see me as your man then i hope u can see me as a real friend, i wish things between us can one day get better, and i hope u can understand this rhyming letter

Up the ladder: With Marina

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Arithmetic Mean: 1.5
Weighted score: 4.58279
Overall Rank: 12575
Posted: February 21, 2003 8:17 PM PST; Last modified: February 21, 2003 8:17 PM PST
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[n/a] Nanshe @ 67.84.174.185 | 24-Feb-03/9:34 PM | Reply
Forget the pass--tell her, and spare us.
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