HimA Poem by Hope Wilsonhes the start of every dream, hes the vioce inside of me. hes my hero in descise, he never tells me lies. his viose like rian on a hot day, his touch amazes me in every way. his lips look soft to the touch, would that be asking too much? his words sweeter then fresh pears, with someone like him who can compare? © 2010 Hope Wilson |
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2 Reviews Added on March 28, 2010 Last Updated on March 28, 2010 AuthorHope WilsonARAboutmy name is really Destani . hope wilson is a combo of my middle name and my moms maden name i dont know why i did that but oh well i am very random .im outgoing and shy at the same time it really depe.. more..Writing
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