The letters of the word contradict me
The sound of the word distracts me
The sound of her voice saying it excites me
But nothing gets me more then her smile
Because I can't stop thinking of her style
Cause shes all I think of when I run miles
Those 3 words are hard to say
So little by little I work on then for that day
So on monday I'd get I
Between tuesday n wednsday I'd get love
Then on thursday I'd get you
Because on friday
All I can do
Is think about you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice write. Three hard to say words sometine. Joe