You love

You  love so much  ice-cream with cola,
You sing so perfect blues and rock,
You love to play apart and solo,
So I’d gone out 'couse I’m a stock.

You love white t-shirts with umbrella,
You love the country of kangaroos,
You love white gold 'couse its forever.
You are afraid of lonely room.

You loved my poems about you only.
You like me 'couse I were your guy
I've ceased to write. Now I am ugly.
I am for you to pass a night.
25/04/10


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