Thursday, July 23, 2020

she'd agree

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I am no more athlete
My teen years I wouldn't repeat
I still want us to go bowling
Your driving the car as it's rolling
My writing skill is my degree
My Grammar teacher said she'd agree
All this writing is giving me a healing
I see God's cosmic part I mark His dealing
At our pool, I saw my age a girl
She walked around flaunting to the world
Innately I screamed I already have my match
Pee on my leg, say it's raining, that's a glitch
Rom 10:9-10  is where I had been
My favorite Scriptures imperfect man
ISA could get invaded by the Royals
I feel it winding up in a coil
As I read, I actually study
I wish eevry woman had your body
But you know that that ship has sailed
Our bond together I could hear God weld
When I 1st saw you, I totally knew
The 1 I would be with would totally be you
When I found a beer, I always chugged
But then I found you. You are my drug
It is complete pleasure complete Euphoria
All of these poems I hope I don't bore ya
Our unphysical relationship is an issue
It only adds to how much I miss you
Nobody in school would call me a prep
I know they did that bc I was a trip
As I wait on you, I still rot
My thoughts of you they stay hot
i love you,
michael"DEE"house

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