Crush
By tiffany
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
- 462 reads
Dreadlocks to die for
Ending halfway down your back
And tied with a band.
Don't
Look away
You set me on fire
Calvins peep through the top of your combats
Read my silent thoughts
Understand my frustration
See how you mould me into jelly
Hold me in the palm of your hand.
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