I feel sorry for you
Have you thought this through
Once bitten twice shy
Are you tempted hoping to die
You have a soft heart l, but a solid lie
Your mind is being used
Are you really that confused ?
Poetry is like
a mosquito.
Once bitten
the itch
is not appeased
by the scratching.
.
:D
Once bitten
Poetry is like
a mosquito.
Once bitten
the itch
is not appeased
by the scratching.
.
:D