Hair the color of ebony
So spiky and shiny
Falling across your face
Makes me long to displace it
The color you turn
Reminds me of sunburn
I prefer you making faces
To displaying social graces
Your eyes shine oh so bright
Filled with evil delight
Specially in a fight
Your voice is a melody
To my ears oh so lovely
I really love listening to you
Talk and tease the way you do
A perfect balance
Serious mixed with laughter
Something about you makes me happy
This started out a joke
But thinking of you
Makes me all gooey
Gah how'd you do this to me!
May 25, 2012
May 25, 2012 at 5:28 PM UTC
Hair the color of ebony
So spiky and shiny
Falling across your face
Makes me long to displace it
The color you turn
Reminds me of sunburn
I prefer you making faces
To displaying social graces
Your eyes shine oh so bright
Filled with evil delight
Specially in a fight
Your voice is a melody
To my ears oh so lovely
I really love listening to you
Talk and tease the way you do
A perfect balance
Serious mixed with laughter
Something about you makes me happy
This started out a joke
But thinking of you
Makes me all gooey
Gah how'd you do this to me!
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