Bruning Poems | Examples

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You Can Tell Its Christmas

you hear the belling
people singing
fires bruning chestnut
and other stuff
YOU CAN
TELL ITS CHRISTMAS

Summer and Cold Drinks

its bruning up
got have sme cold stuff
this is a must
you wink
and blink
a need 
FOR
SUMMER AND COLD DRINKS

Still Have a Crush On You

you got my soul bruning
my mind turning
everytime I see you
its like new
your one of a few
I STILL HAVE A CURSH ON YOU


Cold and a Tear Drop

its was so cold
mind was like a bold
my mind was  turning
how you left my soul bruning
as I walk hurt hop
its was the
COLD AND A TEAR DROP

To Turn On

my heads turning
my minds bruning
you got my yarning
I won't more
baby don't don't go
to you belong
AM
TO TURN ON

History of Candle and the South

in those house on the hill
sitting by mill
some in the dark
old truck park
there was no light
than came  out of sight
this bruning flame
no doudt
it was
HISTORY CANDLE 
AND THE SOUTH


Baby I Couldn'T Sleep

baby my head was turning
my boby was bruning
for you i was yarning
i need sex too
only from you
i just could walk a beat or eat
BABY I COULDN'T SLEEP

Tossing and Turning

you was in my mind
could leave love behind
my head in bed
was bruning
over you am so blue
for you am yarning
am
TOSSING AND TURNING

Can'T Get Anuth of You

you got my mind turning
soul bruning
for you am yarning
your love touch
i need so much
you make feel good too
i
CAN'T GET ANUTH OF YOU

Power of Real Sex

it'll get you turning
you soul bruning
for t you'll be you see
yarning
you will walk and talk
be  passion wet
thats the
POWER OF REAL SEX

Oh Baby Baby Am Missing You

am not mean
baby your my dream
you got my soul bruning
my head truning
for you love am yruning
without you am so blue
this is not mabe
OH BABY BABY AM MISSING YOU

Love Sick

i can't eat hard to sleep
my heads turning
my hearts bruning
you must have me fixs
am
LOVE SICK

Am Bruning Up

i must  say  today
its not hot
its a boiling pot
am sweating a lot
the heat got my beat
its driving me nuts
AM BRUNNING UP

Call

Call


you drop by
potter round
talk a bit

life seems gay
when you play
with the cat

soon you leave
(why not stay?
no? – okay)

not so much
you may say
if not done

in your own
my dear friend
matchless way


Katja Bruning

Breeze

breeze


a
soft
fresh breeze
I met

you felt
so kind and gentle
little brother of the wind

you made me glad


Katja Bruning

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