My mind swims with thoughts of you.
Bright light chase behind to magnify a vision of loveliness.
Bless with a coke bottle figure, dimple and a voice that angels envy, she’s irresistibly hot
Caught in the madness I scream, “Outstanding she’s the one.”
Corny lines drip from loose lips.
How many times will I look and ponder as she leisurely walks by?
I paint the sky blue not because it my favorite color but it represent my pain, as useless words continue to ooze.
Lead pencil break, I do too.
I sharpen to be near her.
Liking her style I move in closer and smile.
Her eyes twinkle.
I’ve figure it out, caterpillars, cocoons then butterflies.
In a field of flowers we’re meant to entwine.
-McArthur Hunt Jr.
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
My mind swims with thoughts of you.
Bright light chase behind to magnify a vision of loveliness.
Bless with a coke bottle figure, dimple and a voice that angels envy, she’s irresistibly hot
Caught in the madness I scream, “Outstanding she’s the one.”
Corny lines drip from loose lips.
How many times will I look and ponder as she leisurely walks by?
I paint the sky blue not because it my favorite color but it represent my pain, as useless words continue to ooze.
Lead pencil break, I do too.
I sharpen to be near her.
Liking her style I move in closer and smile.
Her eyes twinkle.
I’ve figure it out, caterpillars, cocoons then butterflies.
In a field of flowers we’re meant to entwine.
-McArthur Hunt Jr.
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