April 2010
8 posts
Trouble
I feel like the Berlin Wall when you ooze your sweet honey talk. No heels and twenty feet tall, my head’s in the clouds when I walk. But, I don’t want your love. Nah, don’t need your love. You were trouble from the start. I can already see the mistake. When you grab hold of my hand and promise to always be mine, I know your scheme is so grand, while inside I feel so divine. But, I...
