Submissions by Blue1Demon
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
whats up
Hey there lady what'em up?
Can you let a loco know what's the deal? can we kick back?
Can we chill?
Give me just a minute to explain how I feel.
Im'a call you up on that late night talk.
Maybe we can take those walks in the park.
Tu Eres mi estella and I love the way you shine.
The only goal I have is finding ways to make you mine.
So te mi la verda baby doll and let me know just how far you want this to go, so hey there girl what's up hey there girl what's going down.
So now that you know just how I feel simon mija I kept it real I opened up mi...
Can you let a loco know what's the deal? can we kick back?
Can we chill?
Give me just a minute to explain how I feel.
Im'a call you up on that late night talk.
Maybe we can take those walks in the park.
Tu Eres mi estella and I love the way you shine.
The only goal I have is finding ways to make you mine.
So te mi la verda baby doll and let me know just how far you want this to go, so hey there girl what's up hey there girl what's going down.
So now that you know just how I feel simon mija I kept it real I opened up mi...
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this is what it sounds like
Its like a million angels laughing,
When one demon dies.
This is what it sounds like when a loco cries.
Its like a million unanswered questions comin from my feel and still hearing lies; the sound of cries , tears floodin eyes the sound of lonely tear drops falling to the ground meaning that there is still many why's.
This is what it sounds like when a loco cries.
Its like meeting that ride'a die shearing every secret telling every story vowing to be one until the end, Then came ur end.
You made me less then a friend.
You didnt have...
When one demon dies.
This is what it sounds like when a loco cries.
Its like a million unanswered questions comin from my feel and still hearing lies; the sound of cries , tears floodin eyes the sound of lonely tear drops falling to the ground meaning that there is still many why's.
This is what it sounds like when a loco cries.
Its like meeting that ride'a die shearing every secret telling every story vowing to be one until the end, Then came ur end.
You made me less then a friend.
You didnt have...
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