You walk down the hallway,
like a prince holding charm,
i couldn't help and just stare
at you pretty glam.
Even without trying you make me,
even without telling i'm falling
You're a sinner, you make me
I don't wanna be little saint,
cause all with your lips slaying
you make me faint.
YOU ARE READING
Loud Scream !
Poetry' ᴘᴀᴘᴇʀ ʜᴀs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ' - ᴀɴɴᴇ ғʀᴀɴᴋ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇs ᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴇ, ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴀʀᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ᴜᴘs ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ - ʟᴀᴠ.ᴇɴᴅ.ᴇʀ
