Shana Donaldson Poems

Why am i the last one to know
why did you not tell me frist
why did i have to find out from that girl
calling my phone
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the frist time i felt speacial
you gazing in to my eyes
your and on my thighs
making me think you are the right
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I look in to your eyes and I see my future with you
I see happiness and smiles
When you touch me I smile
I love the way you touch me and the way you hold me
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