A Poem. By King, KKA

She stands there in the morning light,
Her precious bye eyes gleaming,
She looks to meh and smiles,
but i know im only dreaming,

Her hair a lovely black,
Her hair piece a lovely brown,
Her skin a satin beige,
In a silk summer gown,

I wish i could embrace her,
A kiss, a hug, maybe a dance,
But i know that even then,
All i gets a passin glance.

Hey, wassup my peeps? i wants to know what all of you think of my writing (yea i do write! if you dont like it, LEAVE!) Well, im not good with rejection but i want all the constructive critisism i can get!

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