B. C. Straight

As I tried to hold her hand.
I thought it was part of the band.
But I was wrong,
It was not part of the ‘pong’.

Where else should I go?
Now that I know,
That I am the bow
‘Cuz she is the arrow.

She’s all that I see.
Why can not be?
I love honey bee.
‘Cuz she is she.

As the dear,
Spring is here.
It reminded of Johny Dere
Wish she’s here.

She broke my heart,
Before we even start.
It strike me like a dart,
As I shop at Wal-Mart.

Could she be mine?
Give me a sign,
While I’m at dine.
‘Cuz she’s so fine.

When I see her face,
It’s move than a glace.
Fact is: her force,
My eyes mace.

Her smile dashes
Very very re-freshes.
She doesn’t harshes,
Here, my heart gashes.

Hair= BeaUtifUl
I love everything about her–full!
C-ing her at lunch make me full.
Again, she is B-U-T-FULL.

I love her love
Wish she’s my dove.
ABC…fires me to move.
Gee, I am in a rove.

I need to go run,
Ah! How will fun!
God, You’re not in stun.
I’ll cry when it’s Jun.

She’s her fam.’s heirloom.
Wait ’til you bloom.
‘D like to think of her as my broom.
One day, I’ll be a groom
     (if God wills it)

Thus, began my thoughts toward Josaiah.
I know that the Messiah.

Also love Erick,
Who likes to kick.

I love Adrain’s hair..
It reminded me of my haer.

Brittany’s mom knows how to drive
Just like I can dive.

Her drive is good.
As good as my everyday’s food.

Jesus, please be with all of us,
Fo we were once dust.

We need Your Love,
Just like a dove.

Let us slip,
So we could sleep.

We need Your Mind,
So we may be kind

Please. Please. Please.
Please. Please. Please.