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Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The Beauty Graduate

She’s petals of my rose
The beauty to which my heart pose
Her eyes win battles never fought
Her body gives thoughts never thought
With you, I’ll use words never taught
Her height like a wine glass
She walks past, your heart must make plus

I die whenever she comes my way
Only to pass letting her go away
She dresses to kill, she’s a nasty pill
Her body moves, my eyes moves in synchronization
For all the time she’s got on earth, just a portion
See her blink, give my wink, though weak
Hear her talk, see those lips move as she speak

She aint no man’s girl ,all know
Neither is she one innocent Lady Mariah for you
Her beauty is hard-earned like her any other success
She’s sleeps last,she adorns her Boss Tess
The rich never die like me,they get whenever
May never realize me,my eyes on her nothing but fever
She just passed past,the BMW doesn’t make me feel good.

1 comment:

  1. This goes out to those beauties we dearly love but cant mention,maybe cause of our economic status.Enjoy.

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