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
Tags Love  Blind 
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