by alskcvi;junc » Mon Sep 05, 2011 2:14 am
I confess that you made me smile this morning, and made me so happy.
I confess that I miss you so much, and I'll be home after college to be with you again.
I confess that I'm not a big fan of American girls; they are so willing to pull up their shirts. It's just morally unsound. ._.
I confess that school is going well, and as long as I keep taking my pills and focusing on things other than myself, I should do fine.
I confess that when you Skyped me today, it wasn't enough, and I just want you here with me.
I <3 Magyarország
Kez ezt a verset en tavaly majus elejen iden lett csak keszen, idean sem egeszen
Cime az volt: Eletem, s kihuztam, mert felszegen santikalt a cime, minden laba, rime.
Urjra kezdtem, s ex alatt, fel esztendo leszaladt, de az egre nezve, alig vettem eszre.
Az egen egy falho szallt, s az a felho nem is szallt, lebegett vagy allt tan, mint egy or, vert ram.
Azt a felhot neztem ein, mig e forgo ev felen, csak lehullott onnan, mint katona holtan.
Ismet kezdtem, Harboru. Lett a cime; Szazsoru. Volt az versszak, jajgatott, mint vert had.
Jaj mit is kerestem itt? Katonak holttesteit. Buvero terelte lepteimet erre.
Kutattam a tarva tart messze hajlo lathatart. Follelem, remeltem, nyitjat, minek eltem.