Category : Poems

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He's spoiled for choice,
doesn't need to listen to this noise,
he's got all the toys,
and I'm just a voice that annoys.

He walks into a room,
all lights are on him,
every girl turns their head, gawking,
standing while they cream.
They start to slur,
their vision blur,
how could this beautiful Soul walk in,
shining light from within?

Why would he need me?
He was born to be free,
so let him be,
he's doing fine without me,
sacrifice.....
now, that's L-O-V-E.