Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser Poet Ballad

On Crashes

Half quarter to four
I am here To little tour
Where I go to detour
Come, show me in an hour

Drive your little white car..
Seeing you on a mile dart..
Oh! heart begin to start..
Pumping twice I can't halt..

On dark colored glasses..
Your looks on dashes..
My cheeks runs flushes.
Surrounding seems on crashes..

By: olive_eloi
4:10 pm
11/18/2013

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James Fraser November 3, 2014 at 4:19 PM Reality runs through this poem like a little journey in life, James :) Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser November 3, 2014 at 9:31 PM yes.. :D thanks.. ;)