She is a man like any other man
She has two arms and two legs and two hands
She has two eyes, a nose, mouth, and brown hair
Her heart beats blood and her lungs breath in air
She laughs at most jokes, and cries when she's sad
She's calm at most times, but scary when mad
Love is sometimes something keen on her mind
She says though, she hasn't seen the right signs.
She has a family, friends, and a job
She's even been meaning to get a dog
She lives in a house and drives in a car
She loves to sit and look up at the stars
As a human being, isn't she fine?
Or is your mind still stuck on the first line?
December 2011
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Place of Poetry
Seeing as I use this account more than my original, Blair Phoenix, I figured I'd move all my poetry over to this account.
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