"comn" poems
Broken, token, laugh it off and smoke then
Pass it off and joke man
Got another pope man,
Slow jam, grindin on a *** and
Oh and!, little did I know she was a big fan
This and find-that-shes-more-into, the kissn 'n' friskin
Maybe that or acting like a kitten,
So smitten, brisk listen? ***** glistens, so minx like,
Hair, like the haze, of-a-tracer on fair night
Eyes pierce the soul, she'll see any lie comn
Even dumb men, dare-not-try
Have you seen her? you would know man, that's no lie
None compare, gotta stare and her home is the sky as she glides
Its-just-not-fair, how the ground lets her fly
As if the higgs field laments at her stride, a power outside of time,
A crowd slack jawed once shes by, some how I'm catching her eye,
Well-as-they-say-in-poker, guess ill just let it ride...
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:35 AM UTC