Tuesday, July 10, 2007
i made a poem at 1.30 am today =) *hint hint clue clue*
Its 1 am on the line
She’s talking to me
Oh its so fine
Sexy as hell
Hot as fire
She is the sort of girl
Who exist in your desire
Lips luscious lips
Eyes precious diamonds
1 touch and you may just flip
Her hand so delicate, her skin so soft
Sensual and electrifying
Words are its death defying
Said to me if I get her a poem
It may just be a date
But just don’t tell any of them
Secretly we met
At the train just before sunset
And she gave me her company
I smiled like sun sun sunny
Firdaus the horrible poet
smoke on the water.
11:06 PM