missy poem
Yeah, it may've been a dick move,
But I soon learned, what so compelled me to do it,
Under the spell of Cupid,
All around me people persist on implyin' I'm stupid.
Who the fuck is stupid now?
Whose girlfriend is the mortal, spitting-image of Aphrodite,
A child brought to this Earth,
Who's beauty had to've been graced by Lord Almighty.
We shrugged off your Ifs, ors, and buts,
So don't inform me of your optimism,
'Cause you will NEVER cut us down,
No matter how DEEP of an incision.
My model girl,
Showin' me, for what I've been searchin',
Now she means the world,
She's what my heart has been urgin', to find.
Her eyes are as beautiful as the grayest full moon,
Her personality shines,
As brightly as the sun peaking at high-noon.
We can have the best kisses imaginable,
And still continue decent conversation,
Possessing a beauty so timeless,
It taps into all of your sensations.
But I soon learned, what so compelled me to do it,
Under the spell of Cupid,
All around me people persist on implyin' I'm stupid.
Who the fuck is stupid now?
Whose girlfriend is the mortal, spitting-image of Aphrodite,
A child brought to this Earth,
Who's beauty had to've been graced by Lord Almighty.
We shrugged off your Ifs, ors, and buts,
So don't inform me of your optimism,
'Cause you will NEVER cut us down,
No matter how DEEP of an incision.
My model girl,
Showin' me, for what I've been searchin',
Now she means the world,
She's what my heart has been urgin', to find.
Her eyes are as beautiful as the grayest full moon,
Her personality shines,
As brightly as the sun peaking at high-noon.
We can have the best kisses imaginable,
And still continue decent conversation,
Possessing a beauty so timeless,
It taps into all of your sensations.