Things that keep on bugging us,
Usually annoy the insides.
But how can we be annoyed,
If we see those lovely eyes of his?
Those luscious lips that taste like cherry?
That perfect hair even when it's messy?
How can we be annoyed,
If he continuosly drops a peck of kiss each minute?
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Overdosed
PoetryA collection of poems. From the heart. By the fingers. Through the mind.
