Pretty boys we all like them, we all want them
Pretty boys for swag,confidence,bedroom eyes,but what you find from behind their eyes will be a surprise
Not all of them are the same,but most lie
Most are sane, but most got hidden secrets like a Pandora box with the lock
Not putting all pretty boys in a category, but most like the women's attention because all girls chase after then
Have discernment when it comes to pretty boys (some) because eyes hold good and bad intentions
This poem is not about looks, but all about the eyes
tiffanyr
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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY tiffanyr
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