tim, trái tim

Bridget was an 18-year old who flinched when she found out she got into the English class. "Yay!" She was excited. At Primrose High School, Bridget is one of the most successful students they have right now.

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Bridget was chosen to sit tiếp theo to a girl named Carly, and she seems quite friendly. She looked at Carly's brunette straight hair, green eyes and màu hồng, hồng lips. Carly was wearing a màu hồng, hồng hàng đầu, đầu trang with a dark gray vest and skirt; with navy blue jeans. "Carly?" Bridget questioned as she sat down on her chair. "Bridget, right?" Carly asked. "Weren't bạn from the same kindergarten as I was?"...

Its called "Should i call it love". here it goes:

When your eyes meet mine, my tim, trái tim flutters.

You make me laugh so hard I cry. ( like rain downthe gutters)

Your smile is what I think of when someone says "beautiful".

If bạn ever gave me tình yêu I would always want more(I would never be full)

Should I call it love?

I feel myself when I'm around you.

Anything bạn say I believe. ( I know its true)

I know if bạn liked me, you'd like me for who I am.

My tim, trái tim beats fast: Bam Bam Bam.

Should I call it love?

Should I call it tình yêu when my soul flys away everytime i hear bạn r name?

Should I call it tình yêu when all...

One ngày on a anniversary there was a couple named
Jeff and Jessica.

They loved eahother and decided to make the ngày of just them too, "alone" .

Jeff loved her so munch. That he found the treasure.
Jessica's life was so different then before.
She had a little sister who loved to play with guns.

Her name was Shelly. The younger and special one.
But she is not special in the story. >:(

In there anniversary they kissied and hugged.

Shelly was in the living room. Whachting TV.
And she had loads of money tiếp theo to her.

Jess, was giggling a lot. That Shelly got annoyed. She got her gun and shoot it up...

If I had the riches of this world, the diamond jewels they bring,
It would never compare to the value,
for me just to hear bạn sing.

If I could have the greatest artist paint a picture of lies,
It would never compare to the wonder,
of looking in your eyes.

If I could have the moon,
right at my finger tips,
it could never compare to the amazement,
of when bạn touch my lips.

If I could hold,
the softest and richest sand,
it would never compare to the gentleness
of holding your hand.

If I had the warmth of the sun,
right at my very face,
it would never compare to the warmth,
in your comforting embrace.

If the...