He looks like heaven,
Twenty-four seven,
All day and night,
He is a magnificent sight.
He gets every heart,
Could be on any art,
Is in every girls dream,
Can also make them scream.
With a simple smile,
He walks down a mile,
And girls follow,
To the dark hollow.
Girls would never miss,
A single little kiss,
They would rather die,
Than never see his eye.
Pretty he is,
Every girl wants to be his,
But his heart is dark,
Same is his mark.
There is a hole,
In his black soul,
He has dark plans,
In his bare hands.
He only use,
Girls to subdues,
He plays with their feelings,
In every meetings.
He doesn't seek for love,
Is always above,
He likes to play,
The girl down he lay.
He doesn't feel regret,
Only think about his head,
Doesn't care when girls cry,
Or if they are dry.
Himself he only sees,
Not even the person he teas,
He likes himself a lot,
God damn he is hot.
Forfatter note:
Hallo! Et engelsk digt. Hvad synes i? Skal jeg skrive flere engelske digte? Lad mig vide, ikke hold jer tilbage. Inden jeg glemmer det, så mange mange mange mange mange millioner gange tak til jer som stemmer og lader mig vide, hvad i synes om mine digte, i gør min dag tusind gange bedre. Også millioner gange tak til jer andre for at læse mine digte, der betyder en del for mig.
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