Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the three.
Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.
Now men ... men are like a fine wine. They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them untill they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.
cIEKAWE POROWNANIE I CZASAMI PRAWDZIWE. HEHEHE...Dolaczam troche swoich mysli:)
OdpowiedzUsuńSloneczko ty moje
Promyku slonca
smiejacy sie do mnie bez przerwy
Roztapiasz me
serce i dusze
swym cieplem...
Sprowadzasz usmiech na ma twarz...
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Gdy mysle o tobie
widze slonce
wesole i usmiechajace sie
do mnie z gory
ogrzewajace moje serce
Gdy mysle o tobie
widze gory
pokryte sniegiem i ludzi
pedzacych w dol po stoku
Gdy mysle o tobie
dusza mi spiewa
i muzyka gra w mych uszach
Anetko, widze, ze zaczynasz pisywac wierszyki. :)
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