That girl with the
beautiful stature;
I knew she would
be captured,
by the hearts
of men.
Her icy cold stare
and long black hair;
I would rate her
a ten.
The way she walks,
she flaunts.
The way she talks,
she taunts.
She was the girl
whom I just met;
She was the girl
who was hard to get.
Feb 7, 2019
Feb 7, 2019 at 7:39 AM UTC
That girl with the
beautiful stature;
I knew she would
be captured,
by the hearts
of men.
Her icy cold stare
and long black hair;
I would rate her
a ten.
The way she walks,
she flaunts.
The way she talks,
she taunts.
She was the girl
whom I just met;
She was the girl
who was hard to get.
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