Reader Poetry

Index - Previous - Next - Add An Entry - Other Topics - Exit 500 entries available. Submitted by Melanie from Soviet Union Date: Sun Sep 1 16:55:24 2002 Warning I don’t know what she did to make you blind Or maybe you just lost your mind? I don’t know what kind of girls you prefer Maybe just a beautiful face – I don’t care… I don’t have special talents or beauty I’m not very sexual or cutie And it sounds very stupid when I say Ch. My love is all I have to give In spite of all I still believe I wish I could give the world to you But you’ve already had it, haven’t you? And I’m laughing over all my dreams Over all my hopes Over all my tears ‘Cause in spite of my prayer I’ll never realize my fairy-tale And last confession will be about my sin: You know, Mr. Littrell, I begin to detest your queen… Ch. Bridge: Be careful in the demonstration of your private life Zlobny Haker is still alive… (written in April 2002) Index - Previous - Next - Add An Entry - Other Topics - Exit 500 entries available.