Unpleasant Bruises To a Pg Pic

Here she come in a cloud of rage. Who? Violet. Shut up, you know that’s my baby. Hovering with her beauty as we speak. She crazy man, she crazier than Sofia. Monica, why show sour grapes for my love of violet? As a friend I have to tell you that you sound plum, stupid. As long as I can be her Prince. Be her pick from all the shrub, as music, strums. She weeds through the fog, the haze and with hungry eyes, see… Ernie, you know how many sorry saps that love Violet. So, whine. Throw an almost stormy fit because you’re squished feelings are comical to the girl with the long loosie. Sit, calm they’re all pictured blue for that tan, bimbo. You mad cause she accidentally stomped on your donuts that one time. You dang right and how can you accidentally stomp donuts? Well anyways for seasons as skies turn she's always posted like she's the shine for the end of days. Smirking at your egged face. So plant it boy. Perp...pull back. She don't want you. You're not that girls primary focus. 2/14/18 "Sunrise and sunset" - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Silent One