Wednesday, 19 December 2012

She Called Herself Crazy

My name is ‘crazy’ she said with a smile and a blush,

Oh if that wasn’t enough her friend rested, Troy, on her shoulder knee with a hush,

No second would fly by without a laugh and a chuckle,

Indulging in odd topics, with lips in a hustle,

Quietly slipping wounds of sweetness, dimples and all,

Uniqueness they all had, but she knew how to bawl,

Everyone agrees she is really crazy, that is exactly what makes her amazing.

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