LOVE

waiting for superman

Her black hair is like a tunnel drawing me in it wondering what twists in her walls
Her eyes for me are a call making me understand sometimes how I like in her eyes
Her hand in mine is a sign illustrating she doesn't want to let go
Neither do I
Her voice is a siren making me love her more
Her smile is and will always be my sun
Her cotton lips is my wrap
Everything about her
About Ms.Cottle is just a drug
making me never wanna see the day
SHE SAYS
she has had enough