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The moon and the stars
What happen to us
We use to talk so much
It's like things have change
They're just not the same
I miss you more then you know
It seems so long ago
Since you and me just flow
You use to make me glow
Now it like you just let go
The moon was so bright
Now the stars give off dem light
I miss hearing your voice, hearing
you moan, hearing how bad you wanted
to get in between my thighs
I'm not going to lie
I wanted that too
I wanted you to break my backbone
I use to feel like a rare gemstone
In a hot zone
Now that's all gone
The moon was so bright
Now the stars give off dem light
Now I guess our fantasy
Will never be an reality
We use to talk so much
It's like things have change
They're just not the same
I miss you more then you know
It seems so long ago
Since you and me just flow
You use to make me glow
Now it like you just let go
The moon was so bright
Now the stars give off dem light
I miss hearing your voice, hearing
you moan, hearing how bad you wanted
to get in between my thighs
I'm not going to lie
I wanted that too
I wanted you to break my backbone
I use to feel like a rare gemstone
In a hot zone
Now that's all gone
The moon was so bright
Now the stars give off dem light
Now I guess our fantasy
Will never be an reality
Published 28th Jun 2012
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Anonymous
29th Jun 2012 1:32am
All I can come up with on this is: OH HELL!!!! I had another word in mind that goes with it. LOL
29th Jun 2012 4:49am
I have learnt a lot about chics due to this poem and thank u for being the teacher
1st Jul 2012 8:45pm
A "fantasy" can never be reality, otherwise it wouldn't be called a fantasy. If that experience was a "fantasy" you must have more. Right? Why not dwell on them?
Sex (some people call it "making love," I don't know why) is wonderous. The best way to know yourself, I think. I like your poem, but please, please be careful about spelling, punctuation, etc. They only distract the reader (me, at least) from your marvelous poem.
Sex (some people call it "making love," I don't know why) is wonderous. The best way to know yourself, I think. I like your poem, but please, please be careful about spelling, punctuation, etc. They only distract the reader (me, at least) from your marvelous poem.
1st Oct 2012 3:29am
a few errors in this poem but that can't mask the good job you do here in expressing as Earth, Wind, and Fire would say, "After The Love Has Gone".
23rd Jan 2013 8:14pm
