What Ever It Is Poem by Mrs. Cynosure

There isn’t a day I don’t think of you
There isn’t a week tears don’t fall from my eyes
Cause for yet again another week passed by
That I’m not in your arms
There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you if you asked me to
Anything
Name your price


If it’s money you want
You’ll be rich
If it’s a big house you want
You’ll have the biggest in the state
If it’s fancy cars you want
You’ll have your own fleet
If it’s marijuana you want
You’ll have more then you could ever smoke
If it’s sex you need take it