My New Man, Part 4, by jwhwz Subscribe to rss feed for jwhwz

He is very intelligent;
He shows that often;
He is proof that the heart;
Of a fighter can soften.

For her to this day,
He traded pillows;
He once loved to play;
Under weeping willows.

He is very tall;
She loves that in a man;
She is fairly short;
But, when she want to kiss him; she can.

They know that both of them;
Have never cheated;
It is very funny to both of them;
When silly people have been defeated.

She loves it; 
When he draws;
His schizophrenic evil side;
Is one of his only real flaws.

She doesn't blame him much for that;
Because they both are changing;
Their lives are very much;
Rearranging.
Posted: 2011-11-06 15:25:08 UTC

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