Carretero Writes for English Class

I Confess Sometimes I regret My mind is a mess That look and smile i can't forget. I don't know what love is But if it isn't this Then what kind of game Is going on here Like the mouse and the cheese You seem like the poison i desire to drink Drowing in the idea of you and me You are everything I desire to speak.

Ice cubes are blue As cold   as my heart   towards to you I found an igloo And there was you Holding a glue Sitting there We saw a Trex But it was just your ex With a Green dress -Maria Carretero