Sight to SeeA Poem by BeccaClick, click, click. Her heels are clicking and clacking away as she walks. Clack, clack, clack. He wolf whistles as she passes.
You can't hear the clacking, can't hear the clicking. She slaps him across his face. "B***h." Then there's a big scene.
This woman is beating him up. Leaving bruises all over him. Click, clack, click, clack. She's walking away before she gets caught.
Blue high heels, long tan legs, Blue mini dress, long blond curls. She's a sight to see. Click, clack, click.
Heels are attacking concrete. She's pissed, don't get in her way. Long manicured nails ready to strike. She's definitely a sight to see. © 2012 Becca |
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Added on February 29, 2012 Last Updated on March 4, 2012 |

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