she is red, instead of pink
I grew even pinker, with each
passing verb, she tossed and
slung at me.
They were bar bless, this crown
of thorns, upon her head she tried
to wear so well.
I bled, but I could not show the
harm,
flirting is so dangerous, exciting
In all honesty, never boring.
So pretty Misses, if the vines start
to bulge, and you turn red instead
of pink, stop and please try and
reconsider,
all the mails, returned to sender as
the tease.
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Poems and ABout life
i write poems here and this bout my life
some are in Tagalog so if u cant read Try translated it
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