#968 Anonymous please That big ol Bailieu library Is my favourite place to be, Especially when that very very Gorgeous man I see. Sometimes I see him smoking, Sometimes he sits inside, But when I start my staring, Its just something I cant hide. His friends all think Im crazy, With their eyes, my face they pursue, Sometimes I act more flakey And hope hell start staring too. That godly complexion, That Adonis-like veneer, In absence of academic direction, He could try a modeling career. What is his name? I wonder, What nationality is he? For with that bronzèd lustre, Of heaven he must be. Breaking my heart again With his bespectacled charm, Cardigan after cardigan, Laptop under arm. If only I could be That laptop that he hugs, Whilst working he would gaze at me, And have me rather smug. Dear man, I want to be your pal, And take your coffee-breaks with you, I want to be your gal, And make cute babies too. I apologise for pining, My admiration I overdo, But your god-like physique is mesmerizing, And my heart belongs to you.
Posted on: Tue, 05 Nov 2013 02:53:17 +0000
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