Stoned & N The Dumps. Why? Because I Miss H.E.R. Alot. A Whole Lot. Lord, She Was A Looker.
Looker Ain't The Easier Word. Super Fine Seems Most Fitting. H.E.R. Name (A Nickname) Was "Valentine", We Were Coworkers.
Years We've Worked 2gether, Somehow We Were Friends. A Whole Lot Of Enjoying Seeing H.E.R. Ultimately Turned N2 Having A Drink @ The Bar Every So Often.
Deepen Things Is All My Subconscious Could Broadcast 2 H.E.R. @ 1st, But After Awhile, I, Was Just Hapi With H.E.R.
Listener, I Am, " Valentine", 2 That Favorite Jam Of Yours: "Suicidal Blonde". Damn, Suicide! Never Did I Think U Were Just Another Suicidal Blonde.
- Author: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 4th, 2022 16:15
- Comment from author about the poem: Suicide: Please, Pray 4 The Better Options, Kind Audience.
- Category: Friendship
- Views: 13
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