175bpm
alas alas i heard a scream
someone put sand in the vaseline
Jamal
Alas Alas i i heard 175bpm shouting and AHH AHH theme
someone jst forgot the vaseline
sorry 175 i didnt mean to INSULT diss n dissmiss you
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175bpm
- Jamal wrote:
sorry 175 i didnt mean to unsult you
no probs
apology accepted :lol:
leila
Sitting quietly having a cup of brewed coffee
Alone thinking carefully that he is not really showing.
The ticking of every second seems louder each time.
My heart beats faster feeling rediculously expecting.
Only one call to make, if he just cares to advise
So indifferent to believe that there is no time.
I stay still, giving benefit of the doubt once again.
I thought of good things, good excuse why to abstain.
Then i slowly walked away, decided to never turn back
Never looked back because im feeling very bad.
Not for myself but for him who says one thing and
do another.
What goes around comes around. Dont let it get to you.
175bpm
thanks for that
here is mine
has to be said in a scottish accent
"on yonder hill there stands a coo
it no there noo i must ave shifted" :lol:
tina louise
The crimson soft hued poet,
Paints the world with prose,
Highlighting feelings and emotions,
Only a poet knows.
He lights the darkened corners,
With a crimson, soft hued word,
Bringing to light the subjects,
Otherwise gone unheard.
His freedom is unhindered,
Unlike a newspaper man,
The crimson, soft hued poet,
Can highlight any scam.
Politics, war and suffering,
Arab, Jew, American or Kurd,
Our poet paints them one colour,
With a crimson, soft hued word.