"2". That's The Nickname Of The Pretty Pussycat @ The Focus Of This Chat.
Flat Out, She Was Bad That Time She Wore Blue, I Just Had 2 Tip My Hat & Say Hey.
May The Good Lord Laugh Tears Of Pure Joy Over How She Made Me Feel That Day.
Sway Of Hips N A Skintight Blue Body Dress Kept Getting The Best Of Me.
Sexy Beauty Blessed By Hair, Heels & Even Lipstick Of Blue. I Was Only Something Affectionate, As Far As Her.
Healthier, She Seemed, 2 Grow As We Entertained Each Other A Lil' While.
Smile Of A Cheshire Cat Of Purer Pleasure With A Exotic Perfume That Made Me Realize Just How Sweet The Scent Of The Color Blue.
""2", All I Want U 2 Do Is B My Boo." Is What I Should Have Said.
Stranded N Love, Is Where I Was Left @, By The Time I Saw Her 2 Wherever She Was Going.
Knowing Something Else Kept Me Pretty Nonchalant As We Conversed: I've Found Her Via Social Media.
Psychedelia Consumes Me As I Daydream On "2" & That Time She Wore Blue.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: May 23rd, 2023 16:30
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Have Fun, Kind Followerz.
- Category: Love
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