Treasure Island

AURORA BANNECKJ

(las vegas)

why?


why do i love you so much
could it be your sense of humor or that touch
why can't i get you out of my head
is it the feeling i get when your around or is it from your sweetness
why do i love your kiss so much
is it cuz we are ment to be
even thogh people think your wrong for me
why do i get caught in your eyes
is it due to those Gorgeous eyes or that you love who i am
why aren't theses answers so clear
why oh why.....

Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2010

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  • Adam Reed (1/23/2010 4:39:00 AM)

    good write! i hate when so many questions go unanswered =(. it leaves ur mind all dazed to think about. i hope you find what your looking for and keep writing=) (Report) Reply

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