Oh my, catching my eye by the twinkle of that thigh, Oval shaped angled from the sky. Look me in my eye and lie, smile while you got me in this circle while the truth floats by. We're out here in this wind, where like an octagon, me and you plus eight other men. No question to why you sleep around, you whisper "don't tell your friends" but they know you get around. But I don't knock you for lusting the circle that's something for you your mind and your conscious to work through. Would you believe me if I told you I know you? Sleeping around for fun or waiting for a man to show you the real you. I'll put you in this box and show you my wall too, it's pictures drawn out of a heart and an igloo. But I am the radiation to that igloo that's frozen in the snow, blocking your heart that's frozen inside with the real you. So I'll end this letter off with my pentagon because it's too true, that's why people come in shapes and sizes...not just you.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoesíaIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
