Not The Type Poem by Melisa Peter

Not The Type



Not the type that when he appears, every woman goes wow.
But when he starts to smile, my senses numble,
My heart dances, I feel like a star,
And I wanna take a bow,
I don't wanna take any chances, not now,
What if I end up with a big scar?
They say the beauty of a man is a cow,
But what if the beauty of a cow is you?
Boo..
I just wanna be there when you've caught flu,
I wanna walk you to the loo,
You stuck on my head like a weave- glue,
And it's so true

Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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