tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-510593898176340582012-02-15T23:37:57.770-08:00gizella girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17673287219016174074noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51059389817634058.post-79483309684817801072009-11-26T18:34:00.000-08:002009-11-26T18:35:55.778-08:00I’m in love with you<br />And I’m not sure on what to do<br />Because your my bestfriend<br />And I don’t wanna mess it all up in the end<br />I’m fairly certain you could never have feelings for me<br />So ill just let it be<br />Looking at you I can’t find a single thing I don’t admire<br />You fuel me; you’re like my only desire<br />From your head to your toes from your mind to your soul<br />You had me, from the moment I first laid eyes on you<br />And still I see that you’re the only one for me<br />But to tell you this, shows confidence that I never thought exist<br />So ill keep this close, hidden away<br />And ill save it for that one true day<br />When I can finally say how much I love you<br /><br />Dustin MacDougall<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51059389817634058-7948330968481780107?l=gizellagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gizella girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17673287219016174074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51059389817634058.post-66533100666268201492009-11-26T18:33:00.001-08:002009-11-26T18:33:34.225-08:00A lonely fish<br />swims in a lake of fire<br />Its wings are gone, it cannot fly<br />Sitting outside on the stoop<br />A man stumbles up to you<br />He demands money and your soul<br />He only leaves with cash<br />Your soul is in the hands of Lucifer now<br />All he does is let it bleed about<br />An engineer is surveying a healthy land<br />Days of hard work he is never seen again<br />A man could wait for a light to come<br />Doing so would result in his face being gone<br /><br />The figure in the mirror yells back<br />But nobody is near enough to hear<br />We all have become deaf in part of the crowd<br />Break them apart and they aren’t so loud<br /><br />The hair of the beast will make a nice pelt<br />Too bad none of us thought about how that felt<br />The lightening storm has blown past with no death<br />It’s a shame there are very few people left<br />Overreacting is a daily routine<br />Like B.I.G. said<br />“since the age of thirteen, a chubby nigga on the scene”<br />What have we done to wrong all this right<br />Cant be our attitude, or the animals<br />we pick to fight<br />Maybe our thoughts and how we opened many doors<br />Not that either, cause we are all selfish whores<br />I don’t feel like writing so good evening for now<br />I will see you soon, remember it is a small town<br /><br />Robbie Squires<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51059389817634058-6653310066626820149?l=gizellagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gizella girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17673287219016174074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51059389817634058.post-79840278789087249892009-11-26T18:19:00.000-08:002009-11-26T18:21:58.886-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skAI3a-MGFQ/Sw83ot7rG-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B6W3o1gcbv4/s1600/600px-Stop_sign.gif.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_skAI3a-MGFQ/Sw83ot7rG-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/B6W3o1gcbv4/s320/600px-Stop_sign.gif.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408602850159434722" border="0" /></a><br />Maaf Blog ini masih dalam tahap perbaikan .<br />jadi maaf untuk pelanggan internet.<br />Terima Kasih.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/51059389817634058-7984027878908724989?l=gizellagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gizella girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17673287219016174074noreply@blogger.com0