Her

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem about an 11 year friendship becoming more.

Submitted: December 30, 2016

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I don't know how I always get so lucky to be loved by beautiful women when my insides are so ugly. How I'm on the street living bummy, she still finds a way to make me feel complete and no matter how much I stink, she'll still hug me. Maybe its the things I write or the things I recite, that she sees me in a different light or maybe she believes in me reaching new heights, maybe its my passion and drive that she likes. What ever it is, she's been there since we were just kids, popping thizz, drinking fifths, putting up with my ignorance, even tho sometimes it brings bliss. I never thought one day we'd ever kiss, cuz she's so fancy, but I guess she has a thing for bad kids. She accepts that I'm a Nino Malo, sometimes I get high as the Apollo, but never would allow me to wallow in my sorrow, that's why I'm grateful shes down for me today, so we can see a better tomorrow.. -ajg


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