She's got the moves,
she's got the looks.
The way she walks,
makes them talk.
She's got the eyes,
that pierce the soul.
She's got a heart,
with secrets untold.
She's got a heart,
that I request.
She's got the eyes,
that make me squirm.
The way she walks,
drops my jaw.
She's got the looks,
that make me stutter.
And she's got the moves,
that make me sweat.
She's different from me,
she plays for one,
I play for two.
I'm just a friend,
another girl.
And in her heart,
is where I'll never be.
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Poetry 1.0 (Completed)
PoetryAll of these are poems that I've written, and they are sorted into the order that I wrote them, so if you feel some of them are amateur-ish or bad, read the newer ones, or even check out my newest work in Poetry 2.0 :)
