GIRLS
Why in the world did you make girls?
Some so beautiful my head I have to twirl.
Does she know in me she creates a sensation?
I have started thinking of the word creation.
So many around so gorgeous,
My mind seems frivolous.
How the hell am I supposed to just stay with one?
I want all the pretty ones as they come,
Then these things I want none.
I know they are all but your form,
The rose comes with the thorn.
Show me the path I pray to you.
Then I will know what to do.
From Ponder Awhile a collection of fifty one poems that stop you in your busy routine life.
Why in the world did you make girls?
Some so beautiful my head I have to twirl.
Does she know in me she creates a sensation?
I have started thinking of the word creation.
So many around so gorgeous,
My mind seems frivolous.
How the hell am I supposed to just stay with one?
I want all the pretty ones as they come,
Then these things I want none.
I know they are all but your form,
The rose comes with the thorn.
Show me the path I pray to you.
Then I will know what to do.
From Ponder Awhile a collection of fifty one poems that stop you in your busy routine life.
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