SQ (19/02/95 / San Fernendo)

Go To Hell! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

Of loving handsomers you flote with grace,
If only you would hide your face,
Kind, Intelligent, Sexy and hot,
This describes everything you're not,
I want sweet embrace,
But don't take the paper-bag off your face,
I love your eyes, your lips your smile,
Damn I good at telling a lie,
I see your face when I'm dreaming,
That's why I always wake up screaming,
My love for you, No words can tell,
Except for maybe ' GO TO HELL! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! '

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Comments (3)

whoa! ...................................................
Ouch! ! ! your evil lmao good poem
This poem has done me many favours. Hope others like it