Notice of absence from Alex PB
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
Writin' more and more poems is my job,
I shall write when Shakespeare is back.
I crafted you as my dream,
And I held your hand,
You didn't play with my mind,
Even though I don't mind,
Play with it, make it yours,
I don't care if I have no choice,
You're already deep under my skin,
Already playing with my mind,
You said ask her out don't waste the chance,
But you said loving you would be a problem,
Your smiling picture puts one on my face,
Hit my arm, then give me a kiss,
Put my hands around your hips,
As we slowly fade away.
- Author: APB (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 29th, 2024 03:23
- Category: Love
- Views: 5
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