Najma Mire Poems

You think your slick when you walk by giving your lips a lick.
What did you think that I was a drive throw boy your sick get a clue.
You might had me rapped around your finger not only once but twice.
But when I broke free I rolled you like dice. 
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We clicked out of no where and to were a good friend from the start.
When I'm blue you make me smile.
When I cry your there to listen.
You accept me for who I am and not what someone wants me to be.
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