I meet a poet,
I wonder what inside his notes,
candy still melt in his mouth,
That's why I keep smiling none stop,
There's no end of my thank you,
He's too kind to be true,
Or maybe it's just a glue,
make me stick with him, that's his trick,
I hope it's not true, it's not okay it's sick.
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Poetry: Every Night All Night
PuisiThis poetry book is about life and love. I wrote it every night all night. Since I didn't publish any poem for a year in the internet, I hope you guys make time to read this poetry book. It's just a short poems, If you like to read lyrics might like...
