Iliterate Poet

A dumping ground for my works in progress.

13 Feb 2011

My Girl

The girl that never asked for a thing
The girl that gave her all
She didn't want attention to fulfill her
She didn't care or sweat the nothing things
And when she was up against it all
Facing death head on, with a great big smile
This girl was classy, so much style
She deserved the World and a whole lot more.
She was beautiful: skin and right through to the core

1 comments:

This poem is perfect, I hope she liked it :)
 

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