Style Poem by Grayson Givens
Style
Never flowed the same
style
was hyms
until she kissed these hyms
and turned them into rhyms
never wrote the same
style
waspain and sorrow
never had fame
had to get mines
stealing
robbing
wasnt perfect
style
was distrust
dishonor
until she came around
and switched my style
to love and happiness
she keeps me
level headed
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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