Did you see the way she looked at me?
With her strawberry chap stick
The way her vision roams free
With her on trend boots
And viscous walking beat
Did you see the way she looked at me?
Her risen eyebrow
Her naked perfume that will tease
Playing video games
A out of place tomboy at peace
Did you see the way she looked at me?
Her cursing French words
Her worn armor I could see
Charging her wise price
With a stubborn sleeve
She's a played sweetheart in a meadow
Facing a concrete breeze
But did you see the way she looked at me?
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Author:
ShannonXx (
Offline) - Published: December 9th, 2017 07:23
- Category: Friendship
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Shannon, so nice to read you again. That's an interesting question here in your write.
Thank you!!
A played sweetheart in a meadow, facing a concrete breeze... what a stunning line! Fantastic write Shannon.
Thank you so much!
Very good write Shannon.
Thanks!!
Really like your poem, Shannon! Some great word choices, well penned!
Let her look all she wants...you have nothing to fear!!! She probably doesn't even know how to write! 🙂
Haha thank you!!
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