3d
I once loved a boy whom lacked any grace,
But rare beauty would blossom on his face.
His thoughts seemed so profound,
Till I looked around—
And found we were worlds out of place.
But rare beauty would blossom on his face.
His thoughts seemed so profound,
Till I looked around—
And found we were worlds out of place.
Trying a limerick. He likes soft rock, I like indie rock, it will never work out.
