| 175bpm |
| alas alas i heard a scream someone put sand in the vaseline |
| Jamal |
| Alas Alas i i heard 175bpm shouting and AHH AHH theme someone jst forgot the vaseline sorry 175 i didnt mean to INSULT diss n dissmiss you :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: :lol: |
| 175bpm |
no probs apology accepted :lol: |
| leila |
| Sitting quietly having a cup of brewed coffee Alone thinking carefully that he is not really showing. The ticking of every second seems louder each time. My heart beats faster feeling rediculously expecting. Only one call to make, if he just cares to advise So indifferent to believe that there is no time. I stay still, giving benefit of the doubt once again. I thought of good things, good excuse why to abstain. Then i slowly walked away, decided to never turn back Never looked back because im feeling very bad. Not for myself but for him who says one thing and do another. What goes around comes around. Dont let it get to you. |
| 175bpm |
| thanks for that here is mine has to be said in a scottish accent "on yonder hill there stands a coo it no there noo i must ave shifted" :lol: |
| tina louise |
| The crimson soft hued poet, Paints the world with prose, Highlighting feelings and emotions, Only a poet knows. He lights the darkened corners, With a crimson, soft hued word, Bringing to light the subjects, Otherwise gone unheard. His freedom is unhindered, Unlike a newspaper man, The crimson, soft hued poet, Can highlight any scam. Politics, war and suffering, Arab, Jew, American or Kurd, Our poet paints them one colour, With a crimson, soft hued word. |