So I write poetry!
My verse is warm with my indescretion
Tonight I left no room for you to question
That I find you attractive I find you a prize
Whats the harm in that
This is always the result of my wildness I feel in need of a reprise
Look, it's getting late
I need my rest for resting the morning away in my car
Go to work can't get nothing done
Stupid words about you coming out like poetry
This makes me so angry
Wanna feel cold and empty
Like that chick walking down the street
Who doesn't give a sh++ about you
I don't wanna give a sh++ about you
Everyone's trying to set me up with someone else
They are always trying to set me up with someone else
Ok, well at least they can't tellI wanna be a possibility to you layed out like a basking seal
I wanna be the girl for you Shining like a Caribbean sea surf blast
I want you to walk real close to me and make what I feel impossibly real
I want you to take me for a ride in your car I've never seen and feel for once she's in your grasp
Look it's getting late
I don't have time to think about some hypothetical date
That's never gonna be
You're never gonna see
And if and when you do see
We'll both see it ain't me
*sniff sniff*
(Copy right laws)
H.A. Little
Thursday, May 22, 2008
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