REALYou say you're tired of phony smiles,
that seem to go on for miles,
and false laughter,
boy what are you after.
I notice you, but you don't see me,
to your heart I may just hold the key.
You say I am gorgeous, sexy and fine,
but when will you let me make you mine?
Tell me what you're looking for,
I really want to know,
because what you're doing and saying just don't flow.
You say you want something thats true
so love you can feel,
Well I am here -
and I am real.
Poetry by SomThinWikid
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Written on 2005-11-10 at 00:15
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