Perfect Enemy's
You rolled your eye's and I rolled mine back
You talk about me and I talk about you
You act like i'm scared but you know the truth
I try to trip you up, and you try back
There's nothing else to do i math
That class is so wack!
I throw spitballs at your hair,
You push me in the line
I ask the teacher not to yell at me what can i say i tried
Admit it, we are the perfect enemy's you know deep in side
I asked the teacher not to yell at me what can i say i tried.
poem by Kiesha fields
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