The girl with the long hair she has the prettiest smile.
And her beauty don’t just come from her great sense of style.
Her gorgeous face is something that I would die for.
She’s the whole package there’s nothing more I can ask for.
She has the perfect skin tone with dark brown eyes.
A small waist and little thin thighs.
Her hands is sweet you know nice and smooth.
When she get around me sometimes I get the blues.
She keep her hair up tight using that good shampoo.
Didn’t see her feet yet but I’m sure they look gook too.
I’m addicted to her it’s like I’m under a spell.
I know her voice, her laugh and even her smell.
My friends say go get her, I say she’s out of my league.
If we were both plants she’d be a flower and I’d be some weeds.
I get up early because to see her I can not wait.
Her smile makes me smile, yeah it’s that great.
I will always have a thing for her that’s just how it is.
This for the girl with the long hair, she know who she is.
This poem was written/submitted by Sharod Blake.