To Dun.. Straight off the T-O-P

[Ghetto_Poetress]

I'm standing on your great shoulders...
I can touch the brightest star...I'm focused
Gripping on the canvas, and relish in the passing...
Of your wittyness, as I glance in your direction again....
I'm no longer silent, I'm determined to win your affection...
Without words my eyes speak to get your attention..
I feel you watching, yet so brilliant and charming...
You are like a cool breeze that's so inviting...
The wind sounds like its calling your name out...D-U-N
Calming like leaving the door open in the country...
No need to turn on the radio, we create our own music....
I'm confessing that you are, more than just words to me, BOY YOUR SOO HANDSOME...
Or a screen name, chosen to represent you in cyber-space...
You are tempting me to dance in your ray of light...

Soooooo Where's my pink i-pod Dun

[Dun]

I don't see Handsome.

Sorry, no Ipod.

Can't edit either!

[Ghetto_Poetress]

Lool about no handsome.. your looks don't matter

it's alright to be ugly

[Dun]

But I'm not, so I want that to be known.

Very good poem, if the word Handsome was involved it would of been great.

[Ghetto_Poetress]

Well re-read then

[Dun]

Aight, pink(chavtastic colour) Ipod on the way to you.

You're gonna be charged posting and packaging though.

[Ghetto_Poetress]

I don't think soo

You know your ganna pay for it