Those eyes that twinkle,

The touch of his fingers.

On the skin it tingles,

A feeling that lingers.

I hear a jingle,

I silent my ringer.

Just munching on my zinger,

Almost forgot that I’m single.


There’re some things

She wouldn’t tell,

Places with him

Where she often dwell.

The darkness of his eyes,

Was where she fell.

She never knew

It’d be living hell.

It’s in silence,

She’d chose to yell.

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