A man thinks of his lady alot. In between thinking bout his job, Money, car bullshit, he thinks of his babe. He thinks of their futures, Having "it", What the hell he is gon eat for dinner, And how sexy those models were on tv last night. He thinks of love, and brokenhearts. He thinks of the perfect kiss, And his first kiss. He thinks bout how to ask the girl to fuckin marry him, and when he thinks of her answer, He thinks of crying..
You used my wall post as inspiration so touched This is a good poem swag, made me kinda sad though maybe you should write more poems