Rhyme Time

You will never truly know
Just how much you hurt me so
I'm going to let it go
And Love Again
Hey Liz..thtz a nice one my friend :) Hope he gets the message :) What goes arround...Will come arround

Hey dude who broke her heart
Where ever you art
You seems to be a retard
Just go away you pig fart.
 
Free time, itz a perk
Always been at work
Me, never been a jerk
Later gona berserk ;)
 
If You Wanna Get With Me
Then There's Something You Should Know
I Like My Beats Fast
And My Bass Down Low
 
A rhymer Ive never been
But now Im keen
Your challenge I deem
It will make me scream
It will be like a dream ;)
 
At last, I'm having a blast!

Your having a blast,
Moving slow and thinking fast.
The island sun warming your face
As you surf along with the human race.
Romance and love she courts.
Watching TV wearing devilish shorts
 
You know I can be kind of weird,
When you see me wearing a wig.
Wearing also a long fake beard,
Does that make me a classy pig?
 
There is a man that I know
17 years he never spoke
Guess he had nothing to say
He opened his mouth on Judgement Day
 
You gentlemen overwhelm me with your poetry.
As much as I have this thread of rhymes
I find it difficult to find the words most of the times. :eek:
I hadn't read a poem in years
I've visited BMF's thread and I'm almost left in tears.
Like a moth to a flame
I'm now in the rhyming game.
And probably with the same end as the moth
You'll think that this ditty confirms that I'm a Goth!

:D
 
You know I can be kind of weird,
When you see me wearing a wig.
Wearing also a long fake beard,
Does that make me a classy pig?

Classy pigs are always taken
Proof being the taste of the Bacon
Dressed with an Apple, or maybe a fig
Never a beard or a tacky wig
 
You gentlemen overwhelm me with your poetry.
As much as I have this thread of rhymes
I find it difficult to find the words most of the times. :eek:
I hadn't read a poem in years
I've visited BMF's thread and I'm almost left in tears.
Like a moth to a flame
I'm now in the rhyming game.
And probably with the same end as the moth
You'll think that this ditt

y confirms that I'm a Goth!

:D

Poems may start the tears
As they address your hopes and fears
Drawn to a flame like a moth
May save your soul
As well as the cloth
 
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