Free Soul

Jelou Pipol! bueno, ayer un gran peso abandonó mi alma y me siento mas liviana, libre. Y se lo debo a él. Anoche, me agarró un ataqe de locura (típico) y empecé a escribir un poema en inglés con muy poco sentido real para mí, pero me da gracia cómo intenté hacer qe rimara. Qé se yo, sólo léanlo y comenten :P Ah, aviso qe no sé si está bien escrito, no tengo buen inglés...

.·'·.Glass of Coke.·'·.

Love, love is not a joke

It's like a glass of coke

Cause you can drink it slowly

Or just empty it quikly

What do you prefer, honey?

Try to understand that Conny

Is the wrong way to go

Go, go and go to the right stop now

I know that you think is heaven

But the correct number is eleven

Right here, where I am

Why you don't talk to me? Damn!

You don't know me at all

I am not like a ball

But you treat me like that

What I did to you? What!?

Our love, that silly joke

Seems to be a glass of coke

I said to you drink it slowly

But you didn't hear me and empty it quikly

Then you leave me alone

With the company of a stupid stone

Oh yes. But you forgot all we did

And now you are dating with a pig

However, I want you always

I need you all nights, all days

Surely, I want to knock

Till my heart stop saying toc-toc

My head against the wall

Cause I can't get you out of my mind

I really want to be a happy blind

And can live a good life without you

Without an empty glass of coke.

♥ Giuli;)