Less Be Friends

She is sexy girl but not like me,
she runs around town,
she puts her whalet in her front pocket,
dances kind of funny,
keys and chains,
kind funny to me,
soft and hard around the edges,
not like me,
speaks in a husky voice,
talk things about other boys,
she just wants to kiss me,
we then meet the other day,
she said she wish to say,
in my heart forever,
never can we stray,
she said I know I'm not your type,
but there is always hope,
she said to me.

poem by Walter C. Edwards
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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