Kiss me I'm Irish!


Lost First LoveYou stopped kissing me goodnight Our hugs that used to linger Are now hard and hasty We could talk for hours Now you cant seem to find the wordsLost First Love
You used to say you loved me With the sweetest look of joy Now all I see is boredom And a lie I cant do anything with your words
What happened to the night You took me to the park Sat me on a swing And knealt on the cold ground Told me I was all youll ever need
You cant find the time To play our silly games To watch old cartoons To bring me long, lov
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~I do so enjoy making sense. ...Too bad I don't manage it more often.
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I don't care what I should do, I'll do what I want to
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"I rarely want to know what's in the artist's mind. Finding out what an artist thinks about his art is nowhere near as exciting as finding out what it means to you." - David Bowie
WE HAVE THE POWER!
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MooMooMoo
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*my life style determines my death style*
Eee I can't wait to see more of your work up!
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