My Type Of Girl Poem by Abd'Qudus Jumu'ah Al-Iloryy

I don't know what to name it
Creepy---- shocking---- horror---
Charlatan, I'm so tired of it.
Or soul and heart pitch----
Because brave is not do it.
You walk in front of me
And staring at me------
Foxy and cunning eyes
I don't even ecstatic it.

She see me and follow me------
She say to me 'I'll come again.'
How much you've extended your tongue
Better keep the plasmid in your pocket.

I say to her -----Come On Summer
I'll not leave here, ----nor runner
In this beautiful city, you'll see me there

You're ----not my -----legacy
You were made by your mind and soul
Not the collar clever man but with role
I've play you a lot of role--- in the pole
The sweet doesn't suit you, clear road.

Poet: - El-Iloryy Abdulqudus