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She Makes Me Feel

SHE MAKES ME FEEL……By: Peter T. DeSpirito SHE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET, CAUSE WHEN I USE IT I FEEL SATISFIED, CAN NO LONGER HIDE THE FEELINGS I HAVE INSIDE FOR HER SO SWEET KISSES I HOPE IS NEVER A BLUR, NEVER A BLUR. A BEGINING TO A DREAM WITH A CRYSTAL RIVER STREEM AND BLUE SKIES THAT'S A PART OF THAT TEAM, I SEEM.....TO NOT HAVE THE POWER TO ESCAPE HER PULL, CAUSE HER LOVE GOT ME, SO I FEED HER MINE BY THE PLATE FULL. OH YES I DO, CAUSE IF I CAN'T LOVE HER THEN NO LONGER WILL I WANNA SEE LIFE THROUGH. SHE MAKES ME FEEL LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET, SO I MUST NOT DROP, CAUSE IF I DROP IT, THEN NO LONGER CAN I SPOT IT, EVEN IF LIT IN THE MIST OF MANY STARS AT NIGHT, HIT BY A BATTLE RAM IN POSITION TO FIGHT SPLIT BY THE TIP OF ITS HORN'S TIP A CUT SO DEEP NO LONGER RECOGNIZEABLE TO KISS MY LIP. NOT ABLE TO GRIP THE FEELINGS SHE MAKES ME FEEL.....LIKE I HAVE THIS SWEET WEAPON TO CONCEAL IN MY POCKET, AND WHEN I TALK TO HER I FEEL SATISFIED, NEVER WANTING TO HIDE THE FEELINGS I HAVE INSIDE, CAUSE IF MY HEART CAN'T LOVE HER THEN I'LL LABLE MYSELF DEATH BY LOVE SUICIDE, ‘CAUSE SHE MAKES ME FEEL MY REAL FEELINGS INSIDE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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