When I look into your eyes I see to your soul. Seeing things that have gone on before. The light goes dim the curtain closes there are no roses. You are left in the dark without out a spark. On the out side in the street where there is nothing to eat . I feel sorry for you all the things that you do but there is way there is light in the night when you think that your problems are to deep when you cant even sleep there's a voice whispering in your ear. Saying things you need to hear saying he is there though you are broken hearted though you have gone astray all you have to do is pray nothing much all you have to say is forgive me and then turn away from your sins and cling solely to him. He will take you as his next of kin. You will be a or to him. And though this poem is not very good I hope that you got the message I was trying to portray if not Oh well you read it anyway.
My Ideal Person
I am looking for someone who doesn't like cottage cheese doesn't care that I smoke in my car I am not saying I would smoke with you in the car or in your car. wow that scared allot away. Some one who doesn't have ear hair some one with hair. Some one who likes to dance I am not looking for a good dancer cuz I by far am not a good dancer. Some one who sees the inner me and the outer me and still likes me. Some one who has piercing or at least isn't bothered by them tattoo's optional. Man I am limiting the playing field Hmm what else if your still reading this you might be the man for me if you gave up after I said smoke or tattoo I didn't want you anyway. Well that's about it oh wait one more thing I don't like country but if you like it its your business just as long as you don't fault me for liking .
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