Her silky hair’s running down
The way it never did.
Her smoky eyes are wet and brown,
And very deep indeed.
Ideal face is even better,
When covered with a smile.
Her senses down never let her,
The way it never did.
Her smoky eyes are wet and brown,
And very deep indeed.
Ideal face is even better,
When covered with a smile.
Her senses down never let her,
She always comes with style.
Her beauty is enhanced a little,
Her charm’s increased a lot.
With smile on face that sparked and lit her
And changed her ways somewhat.
She is the one a lot are after
And hangs out like a boss.
A single smile that much can alter
Her beauty is enhanced a little,
Her charm’s increased a lot.
With smile on face that sparked and lit her
And changed her ways somewhat.
She is the one a lot are after
And hangs out like a boss.
A single smile that much can alter
The way she comes across.
Her silky hair’s running down
The way it never did.
Her smoky eyes are wet and brown,
And very deep indeed.
Her silky hair’s running down
The way it never did.
Her smoky eyes are wet and brown,
And very deep indeed.
Her smoky eyes are wet and brown…amazing!!!
Очень проницательное стихотворение
Your poem is more than a word of mouth, it is more like a feeling of a lonely heart
Awesome as usual.