Those eyes I love to stare
at most of the time
The tender sound of her footsteps
that goes well with this rhyme
Those hair strands that was blessed
with fragrance
The sway of her gentle body
I always took glance
That smile i wanted to see
each day
The girl I wished to be with
if you may
The addiction of loving you
kept me alive
But losing a girl to someone else
makes me naive
Girl I want you back
But my dreams
seems to be darker than
black
~Kidium Masters~
December 1, 2008
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