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maybe its meant 2 beHe's a thug alright He's every good girl dream he's a pretty boy, yeah that's true The thoughts of him comes in and out of my mind The need of him never seem to escape my body It's funny cause we never touch Have you ever felt something so strong that it weaken Ur body? Blood verses pumping faster and faster To that point you know that you have lost ground and ontrol of what you thought you had control of Yea something like that, But that's only the theme of the story I was going to tell you Because I haven't got my ending so I can't tell, I would hate to tell a you unfinished story. By the way "NICK" is his name Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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