Her

Wed, 02/10/2016 - 10:17 -- Hesterj

She is the constant image that runs in my mind

Like a kid on the weekend stuck on cartoons, I'd watch her all the time 

She's my addiction and the one thing that I crave 

Trying to feed my appetite for her is very grave 

She has a way of making me chirppy

I'm always declaring my love loud, proud, and annoyingly like a birdie 

If I lost her I wouldn't know what to do 

Like being stuck in a mystery without any clues 

She brings out the best of me in many ways 

I am always glad to call her my bae

She always had me from the very start 

And when I wake up in the morning in a stir 

Best believe I wake up thinking about her

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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