Πληροφορική και Τηλεματική @ Χαροκόπειο

Roses are red, Violets are blue
They call her Fedra, but that's not how i do.

Her sight is so warm, so i call her Sun
And if she asks somethin' , Consider it done.

She just walks beside me and i am ready to fall
She is just so beautiful, more perfect than a doll.

She listens to Muse, i like her taste
This poem is just on her awsomeness based.

I love the way she looks, and her piercing eyes
Everytime i hear her talk, i am flying to the skies.

The awkward moment though, she doesnt know that i exist
Cause i'd give my heart, to be the one she used to kiss.

I'll face the truth, she won't notice me
But if she does so, i will give her my heart's key.

That makes me sad, but i will wait in line
cause her lips must have the taste of a very expensive wine.

4 ΜΠΥΡΕΣ + ΜΕΡΙΚΑ ΤΣΙΓΑΡΑ ΧΡΕΙΑΣΤΗΚΑΝ ΓΙΑ ΝΑ ΤΟ ΓΡΑΨΩ. ΝΑ ΤΗΣ ΤΟ ΣΤΕΙΛΩ ΝΑΙ Η ΟΥ?


[2016-03-05 21:55:31]