Monday, August 13, 2012

Growing old with a SCHMUCK... I mean me..


Please smile..You look great in it..

I want to grow old with you,
Its the only wish I have got for you,
I hope I get to meet your soon,
Guess I will have to wait till noon.

Kinda shaky starter I am,
Trust me its not how you see the hell i am,
Call me schmuck or a duck,
Please dont go with a but.

I could have never ever met you,
Call it destiny, and I could never forget you.
My lines are changed and it seems nice to be optimistic,
Without your people have had started calling me sick.

What every we have is very much special,
Not changing the fact, I never could have actually asked for anything better...

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