Poems from n_whitmire
It's a ecet, no ne knws
It's kept at the back of his closet in LitteCardbardBox
It's marked with a pink Sharpie in the op ight hand corner...
He's white and tan and blond
smoldering blue eyes
He plays baseball, a star jock
She's black, well brown-skinned actually
Her hair is...
You can't deny, when you first heard Float On your head bobbed a little
Your foot tapped
You wish you knew the lyrics, you want to lip...