Some true poetry
Saturday, December 12, 2015 11:55 AM
Roses are red, violets are blue
You look good, with me on top of you
I called you a whore, I didn't mean it, I'm bipolar
I want you in my system like you're solar
You're a stripper that's focused, you always smart
Get money, stay beautiful, no fake body parts
I like thick girls but I might make an exception
I like your slim toned body, that's my confession
Let's runaway together, I got a place in Miami
I want you by my side when I get my first Grammy
This is getting long, so I need to end this quick
Will you marry me? Will you be my chick?
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