He walked past me and caught my eye. I thought it was my imagination, but my eyes don't lie. He seemed tall as Mount Rushmore. And his skin was chocolate's galore. His voice was deep as the deepest sea. His presence made me feel like I was in a million different galaxies. He has a model type frame. All I want to know is what is his name. I saw him the next day. I could not help but notice he was coming my way. He was dressed in the best of clothes. The perfect piece to his face was his nose. He is so muscular and strong. If you see him correct me if I'm wrong. He has a model type frame. All I want to know is what his name.
By: Poetic Janyia
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Facts of Life
RandomThese are poems that I've been writing from 2014-present time. Some of my poems are based off of things I have experienced, writing poems from other people's POV, or from my imagination. I hope you enjoy them. - Janyia
