she must have read every word I said
thinking she knows thoughts in my head
believing my favorite color is red
like shade over light I prefer to wear
black over white she can't read my
mind overnight like falling in love
on sight is not wise to do that kind
of union will make a fool out of two
you don't know who in the hell you
waking up next to it could be a
killer or the killer could be you
The Immortal Wize
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mlowe5 says: Profound. Slam, Blam, Blank is not the rhythm of love. Nice write. Thanks for sharing. Peace and Love, mlowe5 |
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