his .

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A Poem by Krissy

His voice silently flows out his lungs,
His words fluently roll off his tongue.
Lusting for him, I know it's a sin.
I apologize, but his swagger has got me hypnotized.
I love him, he loves me, he loves me not.
Not sure if he loves me, but I loves him alot.
My each and every thought,
Got my brains tied up in a knot.
His flow is magma hot.
He hit that note,
Mr. President, you get my vote.
His lyrics, I tend to quote.
& I don't mean to gloat,
but please note,
he is my antidote.
He is a masterpiece.
The world stops when he speaks.
My inspiration, my destination, a declaration.
His words lead to my creations.
He's got my fantasizin', analyzin'
his every sentence, his every phrase.
& I praise his ways to always amaze - me.
He's got me memorizin', emphasizin'
his every song & every verse.
shawty's an all-star, like converse <3

© 2008 Krissy


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Added on November 4, 2008

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Krissy
Krissy

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i`m kind of a shy person who like`s to write her feeling`s all down and hide them from people i`ve lost people in a matter of time and i`ve had people die of accidents , nature , and suicide i believe.. more..

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