The Words That Makes You...And Breaks You: Poetry And Thoughts Bind Together
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Saturday, February 17, 2007
Perfect song


I know were just like old friends
We just can't pretend
That lovers make amends
We are reasons so unreal
We cant help but feel that something has been lost

But please you know you're just like me
Next time I promise well be
Perfect
Perfect
Perfect strangers down the line
Lovers out of time
Memories unwind

So far I still know who you are
But now I wonder who I was...

Angel, you know its not the end
Well always be good friends
The letters have been sent on

So please, you always were so free
You'll see, I promise well be
Perfect
Perfect strangers when we meet
Strangers on the street
Lovers while we meet

Perfect
You know this has to be
We always were so free
We promised that wed be
Perfect

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Name: Andreas
Home: Skåne, Sweden
About Me: Andreas Zetterqvist, 26 years old, hetrosexual. Three passions are present in my life: music, writing and my gf. Music represents the essence of my being, writing represent the expression of my soul, my gf keeps me sane. Laughter keeps my heart light and intact. Thinking keeps my juices flowing. Friends mean the world to me. But trust is something I give to selected few. No one has 100% of my trust. Very few have something close to it. I don't look like a supermodel. And I'm fine with that now at this time of my life because in my own way, I have a beauty that surpasses all these so-called beautiful people. And I'm not being cocky, just showing some much needed confidence. I have a major in network technology, but confined my future with sales. I'm a poet for a few years. I like to think I'm a lot of different things. But for sure I'm a good boy with class, who's a sweetheart and down to earth. But God bless you if you mess with me because I'm a force to be reckoned with. I think birthdays and holidays are special and I think writing is the best way of therapy. I'm honest because I've spent too many years hiding. So if you want to get to know me better, just ask. Or read on.
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