I’ve got my press-on nails
a new ring
new hair
slate blue eyes
and a boy who’s helpless in my arms
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You’ve got
the stomach virus
I surely gave you
on our trip to Chicago
You just don’t know it
yet -
He’s got
the stomach virus
I surely gave you
you surely gave him
He just thinks
that the rumbling in his belly
is love -
She ain’t got
the stomach virus
that I gave you
that you gave him
but still she’ll
shit on your floor
to show you who’s
really boss -
Um, thanks?
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This was meant to be a sweet and sincere little poem. Count on Bryan to ruin it.
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This is very upbeat. Are you going to eat him?
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nice bryan
M. Lady
all the boys want to be helpless in the arms of someone.. -
Tel–devour might be a good word choice. I’m not upbeat often so thanks for noticing. You always get me.
Dhyan–I must admit I’ve dated seemingly robots who were cold-hearted and so I didn’t feel as though they’d let themselves ever be vulnerable. So this one’s nice. Thanks for the comment and insight.
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i’m ignoring Bryan on this one! Good poem ML 🙂
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Would not wanna be him, specially if I had read your blog before.
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Not to worry, Mariana, she doesn’t know about my blogging world yet. He may not find out about it until after we’re done…or maybe never.
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