WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF:
1. I died:
2. I kissed you:
3. I fell:
4. I lived next door to you:
5. I was drunk at a party:
6. I showed up at ur house unexpectedly:
7. I stole something:
8. I was murdered:
9. I was sleepy:
10. I cried:
11. I asked you to marry me:
12. I was hospitalized:
13. I fell in love with you:
14. I stalked you:
15. I disappeared:
16. I got a tatoo:
17. I called you at 2 in the morning:
18. I refused to talk to anyone:
19. You noticed i looked depressed:
20. I broke my leg:
21. I showed up at your house and asked if i can move in for a bit:
22. I moved away:
23. My leg had to be amputated:
24. I was diagnosed with cancer:
25. I told you things aren't going good:

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Unknown "Milf" Adored - 16 years, 5 months, 10 days ago

I stole this from someone that pet me...

If you had me alone... locked up in your room for twenty-four hours and we could do whatever you wanted what would you do with me? Tell me in my inbox! You might get a good response. ;). Then repost this in your tale or comment area. You might be surprised with the responses you get. They could make you laugh and even smile...

Looking forward to hearing what you have to say!
Unknown "Milf" Adored - 16 years, 9 months, 15 days ago

"On Death"

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream,
And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?
The transient pleasures as a vision seem,
And yet we think the greatest pain's to die.


II.


How strange it is that man on earth should roam,
And lead a life of woe, but not forsake
His rugged path; nor dare he view alone
His future doom which is but to awake.

-John Keats
Unknown "Milf" Adored - 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago

"You Say You Love"

You say you love; but with a voice
Chaster than a nun's, who singeth
The soft Vespers to herself
While the chime-bell ringeth -
O love me truly!



II.


You say you love; but with a smile
Cold as sunrise in September,
As you were Saint Cupid's nun,
And kept his weeks of Ember.
O love me truly!



III.


You say you love - but then your lips
Coral tinted teach no blisses.
More than coral in the sea -
They never pout for kisses -
O love me truly!



IV.


You say you love; but then your hand
No soft squeeze for squeeze returneth,
It is like a statue's dead -
While mine to passion burneth -
O love me truly!



V.


O breathe a word or two of fire!
Smile, as if those words should burn be,
Squeeze as lovers should - O kiss
And in thy heart inurn me!
O love me truly!

-John Keats
Unknown "Milf" Adored - 16 years, 10 months, 3 days ago