I've learned to love his skin
And how he's so keen
I don't even know what I mean
It's just that he's so genuine
So there I go admiring him from afar
Like a world divided, he seems so far
Not the typical face you see in a bar
I guess I'd just put up my thoughts in my jar
Love is what it is
Could love be it, oh please
"Its like a mind boggling game" everybody teased
Should I believe or should I just give up, be hurt and bleed?
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PoetryThis is a compilation of short poems. I have been admiring Lang Leav and her husband, Michael Faudet, since then and it is with great honor if I could share my talents with you like them. I know these works are not as good as theirs, and I am just a...
