This isn't a Taco Bell!
By kittycatds
Sarcastic, sweet With a hint of charm Blue eyes, blond hair Scar down his arm Loud, annoying Childlike smile Romance has been missing For quite awhile No poem he writes No song he sings Somehow now I don’t miss these things Little things he buys When he misses me The way he laughs When he picks on me He reminds me of child So I say I have four Drives me nuts ‘Til I can’t no more Than somehow makes Everything alright When he holds me close In his arms at night Sometimes I wonder Where I would be Had he not come To pick on me Week after week In the checkout line With that little outfit (Damn he looked fine) Or asking at the deli For things that weren’t there And all I gave back Was my “evil” stare But I couldn’t resist That he didn’t give up So I asked for his number When he came back for a cup And though he’s drove me crazy Since that day I don’t think I would have had it Any other way…so you know the name is because my current man would come into the Wawa I worked at and pretend to order Tacos and such... he drove me nuts! Written January 15th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 03:54 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Sarcastic, sweet..."