• shiazy 4w

    You

    You are a kinda chemical of the wrong mix,
    A lady full of all tricks,
    The one who makes my poem more ironic
    But your behaviour makes me a little bit sick and erotic

    And when you touch my hand, I feel alive, 
    And I feel so again, like Imma person with no pain
    Seeing you, words come out of my mouth like I am rap god E-M-I-N-E-M
    You are the prettiest and precious gem.

    ©shiazy