About E.E


And I still smile everytime you walk into the room,
But I don't get butterflies when you touch me.

But I still get problems breathing everytime you make me laugh.
It's not my foult your so damn funny.

And everytime I see your screem name come up,
I smile and talk to you with a smile behind every sentence.

But still, I don't love you.

Poetry by kittipuusen
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Written on 2006-11-21 at 10:46

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But still, you still friends, great to hear that sweetie!!!