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When I wake up in the morning
Your the first thought in My mind
Looking at you Sometimes I feel lost in Time
I haven't loved someone in a very long time
But when I look at you My closed heart unwinds
I think about letting you in and Just the thought
helps my cracked heart to mend Love I once decided
I wouldnt be in again but What I feel for you Is becoming more
than a friend. Wanna know a secret I have actually thought about
Loving you and us being together and when I do turns My sad stormy
life into good weather. When we hug I feel tingly all over I love laying under you and holding you closed cuz baby you make me so happy but
aye im not tryna boast. But I feel your still hung up on on ur ex but baby let me help u forget about rest I can show u how ur supposed to
be treated not sum bootleg Love So let me in your heart and just have trust I know we can make it So lets see where we end up given lots of time maybe just maybe in Love
W A Marshall Apr 2014
tight juicy yumness
this crack huge
game’s on point
you had me at that bass
**** homie,
u r too good wit it
run the sick trap
my dude doin work
loving the awesome switch
so paralyzed make love
nicee smooth as buttah
you went in dreamy
way too dope
swoop feels mane
nice flip
caught up on point
my dawg’s cramming
dem hats smoove
fresh cream zonin
fire float’n like puddin
my dude always killin
way too good sir
bro so sophisticated
**** can’t get enough
stunning blend
dope ******* sick
turnt up atmosphere
in that ending tho
I created this poem, due to my fascination with with code switching, lyrics, poetry, and music. I found these terms being utilized lately by young folks who were moved by a certain music mix, and commented on same.
Anna Vigue Oct 2013
I look upon her
and smile
Do not smile
she says
It is not good
she says
It will cause
your face to wrinkle
your lines to deepen


Look at me
she says
I do not smile,
my face is smooth
as buttah

But I never was
one to listen
I cannot help it
my rebellious self
as I smile at the memory
of my grandmother
wrinkles deepening
at the corner of my eyes
That Russian lady had great skin!

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