Slangish Surprise
Happy Birthday to My Dear Kira Dawn 💛
A Gorgeous Mess she bewilders thee — Kira her words impress, inspire me to write a tale of something slur — slangs, and snuff the boredom perhaps, she speaks so less but so much respect — she walks and talks of love and no regret
I always wait, for her to respond to the text I write, to the words, she sang — from her heart, so pure and white a light that sprites, away from all the blight, with all her might she tends to sway, everyone but in her eyes is a hope so bright perhaps someone who once lost their way, but now they found themself anew — they found the love, they craved and the support they yearned — after all, she is the dawn that broke — but now renewed
It’s always as you usually say, “why not use fcuk appropriately” in a poem fcuk this, fcuk that sounds really fun, although it just depends on how you read it hon! 😉
