my first time
When i first seen his smile i knew i would be with him i have fall hard and deep, deep in love with him i would lay in in the morning next to him i just like to lay there and wtch him sleep
my first time
lonewolf commented on my first time
04-21-2009
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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