The thought has crossed my mind a few times whenever I get lost in those beautiful brown eyes. Its no surprise, im addicted to your kind. Ive Always liked you, your smile gets me every time. I Read between the lines and always speak my mind but when your around I act shy. No lie. I cant explain it. Dont ask why. Truthfully, friendship means more to me than a night of ecstasy. Though I know if you rode next to me, Id keep you happy. But all this is Casper the ghost like a cigarette up in smoke.
Posted on: Fri, 09 Jan 2015 08:55:52 +0000