Street Corner Lover
Wet and black
Seattle Street
On that corner
Where we meet
Once a week
Or maybe twice
Our time together
Is always nice
You help me through
My troubled days
Giving love
Love that pays
And on those nights
I miss you most
I dream of you
Just dream of you
Seattle Street
On that corner
Where we meet
Once a week
Or maybe twice
Our time together
Is always nice
You help me through
My troubled days
Giving love
Love that pays
And on those nights
I miss you most
I dream of you
Just dream of you
Labels: naughtiness, Poem, poetry, romantic
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