I love to be called this
It's so fucking refreshing
Like a cool mist
Just the way it sounds
Baby
Baby
Baby
Baby
It enough to make me weak in the knees
And I'm not SWV
Any-who, he said "Baby I'll call you back, I love you"
And still in shock I say "I love you too."
Baby is my weakness
His voice plays a role
But most of all
That four letter word takes it's toll
On my:
Sanity
Control
Emotions
God he'll be the death of me
With him there's no winning
All he has to say is "baby I want you"
And I'll be there soon
It's easy to see
Why the word
BABY
Makes me swoon
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BRoken WOrd
Random✒️I'm a Poet✒️ I've learned that the best poems are based on life events No matter how magnanimous Or Microscopic
