I am here for Dating, Serious Relationships, Friends and Networking
About Me
Whenever she is nearI always stop and stareShe walks towards meSmiles and flicks her hairShe starts to talkBut all I focus on is her beautyI start to listen just in timeTo hear a compliment about another guyI smile and laughBut in my head I ask whyWhy is that not meWhy cant I be the one with the nice hairOr the great personalityWhy can she be mineWhy cant I be the one that holds her hand when she’s downWhy cant I be the one that comforts her when she’s downWhy cant I be the one she hugsWhy cant she love me
My Interests
I'd like to meet:
other poets who share the deep essence of our world that only we can understand liek the nudest coloneis
