Disease
What is this disease
Getting people with ease
It can make the sane go mad
And the good go bad
Makes the strongest men break down crying
Some in bars slowly dieing
This disease isn’t picky
To avoid it is tricky
Though you may laugh and tease
I’m infected with this deadly disease
Perfect
You’re not always matching
And sometimes your mouth needs latching
Your hair is often frizzy
But your kisses make me dizzy
And thats perfect to me
You can be quite a pest
At time you won’t let me rest
You’ve got a little envy
But i love the looks you send me
And thats perfect to me
Sometimes you make me feel like crying
And your pretty good at lying
I’ll try and change you to be
Never mind, you’re already the perfect man for me
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A/N:
Yup for someone i love
