Sunday, January 18, 2009

Bobby Trapped.



When you're beyond expectation,
imagination fills my picture.
When you're too good to be true,
all I can do is to sit aside and to engulf your beauty.

I missed it,
throwing myself back doing nothing,
as I'm pinned by my senses,
by what all they've gone through.

That is why I wished for more,
though I'm just too thankful that you just dropped infront of me from the sky.





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