Myself as screwdriver

Friday night, there was a girl
That I want date but
She was my favorite girl
As sunflower as my favorite flower
Beautiful as a wolf of shining fur over the moon
That I heard a Wolf calling out
Screwdriver screw a screw through the wall as love
I want to do it but my dream
My dream has never change
Dream were her and something
Something I call “Romance”
I want it every day
My dream that I waiting
Until Friday night





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Mushroom:) said...
Jun. 11, 2009 at 12:31 am
Very interesting poem. I like it, especially the meaning behind it
 
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