Beautful, exotic, unique, erotic.
I don't know what I could call it,
but whatever it is you got it
The way you talk, hypnotic,
The way you walk, aquatic
The way you smile, patriotic
They way you laugh, symbolic
Everything you do, no holding back
You work yo magic, you flaunt it.
I see you move, I'm hypnotized
I just can't stop, I'm paralized
It's dangerous, should be illegalized
Just like them, I'm victimized
Deep down inside, I'm just mystified
My mind a mess, I'm unorganized
I love yo style, the way you dress
But in the end, yo mind still a mess
YOU ARE READING
MiszUnderStood
PoetryA bunch of things I wrote while I was in my feelings!! Me in the cover!!
