You there, yes you, look over here


Oh, smart boy
You look like something I want
with your big words and piles of books
You give me all those curious looks
we can play doctor, and I'll be the foxy nurse

Oh, black boy
You look like something I want
Bright white smile and chocolate skin
makes it boiling hot within

Oh, blonde boy
You look like something I need
Innocent and so naive
You could never deceive

Oh, emo boy
With your black hair, blue eyes
You can write me a song
Mister, I think we could get along

Oh, sporty boy
Left hand; dumbell
Right hand; heart
I can be the godess to your greek god stature
You can bench press me all night long

Who cares about the wrapper
Love is blind
And I don't mind, don't mind







Poetry by Natalie
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Written on 2009-01-18 at 16:16

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Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
i could easily see this being a song, it has a very musical quality; at least i think so...

i like it, it's very hot. :-)
2009-01-18


Purple Phoenix
Oooh hissss... this is hot! Like the layout too! Wow!

Language: 5
Format: 5
Overall: 4
Mood: 5
2009-01-18