Oh those legs all my friends said
But all I could look at was her face
I know this is a tad cliche
But how could a regular guy end up with the coolest girl in town
She went in with her bicycle
Turning heads with her crimson hair
She got her headphones on
Playing that lonely Eisley song
I wish I could ride by her side
Talk about the loves that broke her heart
Tell her how beautiful she was
Tell her I wish the sun would come down
Oh those legs, they all said
Like Chris Brown and all the cool rappers do
They're too busy playing pretend
But I feel like I've always done the same with my mind too
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Time Capsules: A Poetry Collection
PoetryI should hate it. It's a curse, after all. I've caused a lot of pain, hurt a lot of people because of it. My youth went by so fast it's like I'm still there, at the very first step towards this insanity. I can only remember fragments of it. Eight ye...
