Hey, haven't written in a while so here is my latest piece, prob upload another. Enjoy. |
| No Name By Jayd-e His tender smile and loving nature His childish laugh and eyes of lumber The way he walks like a sinner, But when he talks he’s like a saint His ways of comfort never fades, And he doesn’t know what he does ;when he says my name His little bets and childish games You thought of him But I said no name. |
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