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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

My Maverick

His a guy with full of love
His love is rich with feeling and though
But no one can understand his love,
For he’s portray it silently
Pointless for you to define his love
He is a maverick … can’t you see?

He choose to walk in his own path
Careless about what people though
For his version you cannot define
As you’ve been told a million times
His a maverick … a different kind

What he is … not what he seem
Crowd will think him as a menace
Ohh how unfortunate that though will be …
For he is only a lovely maverick

Ohh my darling my maverick
You are a beautiful person indeed
Hiding behind a ‘clouded wonk’
Shadowed by your temperament
The only bright thing to see
Is your intelligence and your honesty
To win the game is your destiny
In the most unexpected way it would be
izyani ibrahim
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COMMENTS
Skyler Miche 24 April 2011
Who is a maverick? Could be me, could be anybody.... Makes you happy with endless sick, Comes with love, created with memory. Where is your maverick? Who cares of it? Do still 'feel' it? Even you've tried to hide it.... And now, you are my maverick... Comes with full of great, Without notice me just like your maverick, That's a life...we can't run from it....
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