I want to runaway, <br />so I never play, <br />because I don't know what to say. <br /> <br />Hoping, laughing, talking, <br />we never stop stalking, <br />night rises and so I stare, <br />and always have a perfect glare. <br /> <br />Teasing and pleading, <br />its always quite pleasing, <br />he never even see's me, <br />and he never drinks tea. <br /> <br />Love is gold, wild and untold, <br />Love is also traveling a road, <br />When I never use a whole scroll, <br />So the house might have a sole. <br /> <br /> <br />By: Angel from God. <br /> <br />wrote on: July 30,2008 <br />Time: 11: 50 p.m<br /><br />Tissa Calvert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/complaints-2/
