Your temper is like a glowing stove burner Your temper is the color of your face when you do something stupid Your temper is like a baseball player cracking a bat(not know when it _ will snap) Your temper is the color of the ashes in a burning fire. Your love is like an airplane flying high above the clouds Your love is the color of rare meat(pink, nice and tender) Your love is like a shooting star bouncing around experimenting Your love is like a thorny rose(watch where you touch or you might - get hurt) Your attitude is like the policticians that run the nation Your attitude is the color of night(darkness cause who cares) Your attitude is like a missle without a set destination Your attitude is the color of skid marks on the road(let them rip) Our talks are like Vietnam(bloody some nights) Our talks are the color of blood Our talks are like chocolates(sweet 80% of the time) Our talks are the color of the bluest sea.Birth sign: Not entered
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