Poems from PoetryBoy3
She sat there cross-legged,
And he sat there looking at her.
They had a fight.
He wanted to apologize,
He wanted to see her thoughts.
He...
Roses are red,
You're da bomb,
Sugar sweet,
Just like your mom.
You’re so pètite,
But not very calm,
When I see you,
I jump up and down,...