You are not my cup of tea and I prefer my sweater baggy
When the breeze makes me freeze
In your sweater I sip the tea
The tea keeps me warm and your sweater keep me cozyYou are not the built I adore and I hate my coffee bitter
When you came to my life
With the storm came to wreck
I feel save under your shelter and my coffee taste betterYou are not the colour that I like, and I prefer my cake fluffy
But you are one of the kind
That bake the cake crispy
The cake taste just right and the colour suits you prettyYou are not what I want
But you always there when I need
You bring the shine to light up my life
Watching the night sky today I realise
The moon never this beautiful without you by my sideBut promise me something my dear
To the moon never you near
To the moon never you swear
You know the moon changes everyday
But you promise me not to changeNAI LIZAM
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Penciltry
PoetryA poem that is once written with a pencil before they were typed with a keyboard BASED ON TRUE STORY