Girls Like Poetry
The archway of heaven is poetry,
For true love transcends the mundane.
Forget the sun, forget the moon, to me
Tired clichés are the root of disdain.
You are like... well... you're kinda like a pie.
Flaky crust on the outside, warm within.
You've got some funny lumps, I can't deny,
That dwell about and below your dry skin.
Or a kiwi perhaps, round and hairy.
But beneath that... well no, that's sour too.
Then like a T-Rex, angry and scary,
For which only blood and sweets can subdue.
And I...
I am a fungus that hides in your shoe.
You can run for now, but I'll grow on you.















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You're sitting on a rainbow towel with your legs crossed playing with the grass wistfully. You're flaming. -Kiki
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You're sitting on a rainbow towel with your legs crossed playing with the grass wistfully. You're flaming. -Kiki
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