Texts of no sense flux in
I can’t take it any longer
She was one foot six below
My head.
I grudge and rush
Trying to send the best text
Anyway she was already
My best friend.
And who said men and women are friends?
And what sort of friendship was it anyway?
We are goat siblings
I have feelings in you
Be my lover friend.
Those were my words after
Thirty six market days since we met
And she pretend like a woman
That I was her friend only.
lover friend, good one, thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great gaj, i wil do as u wish!