Her hair was like fire
Filling me with desire
Hot as a summers day
But she can keep me sane
Her freckles so cute
They leave me shook
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poems
PoetryJust some poems I write whenever I feel like it. Some of them don't end that seriously, mostly because they aren't truly finished. I've decided to still post them that way to show that not every poem that gets written is great or a 'masterpiece' and...
her hair was like fire
Her hair was like fire
Filling me with desire
Hot as a summers day
But she can keep me sane
Her freckles so cute
They leave me shook
