Deep Poetry: Hood

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Thursday, January 27, 2011

Hood

On my thumb, I wear his ring, To his favorite songs I sing, His sweatshirt hugs around my waist, On my lips, cling his taste, His bracelet wraps around my wrist, Must I go on with this endless list? The drawing for me, is on my wall, But wait, that is not all, The cross around my neck, by a chain, And what, from me does this boy gain? To never want to be apart, For he has the key to my heart. Sign in to see full entry.

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