I stayed up till 2 last night. I was IMing a guy forever but after that I finally got some sleep.
I think it's time for another poem by Lil Babeh.
Okay here it goes.
Your hair is black
your nails are too
you have a guitar
you're too good to be true
Your jeans are too tight
but I like them that way
I dream of you at night
what else can I say
hair covers half your face
with pointy spikes all out of place
you float through the room
and not a moment too soon
I smile without knowing
my crush is still growing
I stop by at your place
and you simply wave
your lip ring is showing
and I pray I could stay
I turn back around
and don't make a sound
maybe one day you might see
that your denseness is too much for me.
 he-pulls-the-strings · Thu Jul 19, 2007 @ 12:45am · 0 Comments |
