2009/04/20

Footprints on water

Your promises were like footprints on water,
it doesn't last, it doesn't make sense.
With just a wave, it was never even said at all.

Your words were like rain,
falling down so much without a gain.
You walk away after your favourite part,
according to your plan.

Your love was actually pretty amazing,
you are the sweetest when you wanted to be.
But players only love you when they're playing,
don't you dare say it's not you it's me.

Your hands were big and strong,
just the way i liked them.
But i guess God must have knew you wanted to take as much as you can,
with your big big hands.

Your kisses were light and quick,
but baby, i really didn't mind.
And now i understand why you were always in a hurry,
your lips was on a hotline.

But you see baby, i don't wanna be in queue.

5 comments:

Shearlee said...

I totally forgotten how to spell 'que'. Please correct me

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Unknown said...

queue.

Beautiful poem, girl. =)

Shearlee said...

Thanks,gurl.

Anonymous said...

whoa did u write this yourself? awesomeness:)