Sometimes She gets on my nerve,
Not in a bad way,
I love the feeling of shivering,
an inspiration.
She's the white in my rice,
The knead of love is my flour,
her sugar of kisses my medicine.
If communication was lost,
I would send a message in a bottle,
I need you,
If you want it express,
I'll use a stork,
You know your my baby,
I Love You.
No strings attached....
(Yo). (Yo),
That's how I address my friends,
To be Only friends with You
That's pointless.
Friends & Lovers,
Now That's priceless.
One hand cant clap,
I can't have you,
without having (U)
in it.
About the Creator
Sean Noble
Poetry from the spiritual mind expressing Ways of creativity. Read passionately mini sadness, pure happiness. I have no Stripe account but will accept gratuity via PayPal. [email protected]. Thank you. Most High First Every Day.
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