Drawing is one of the things I do when I'm bored. So while playing with a pen and a paper, I drew up this Mr. Man. :D
Mr. Man
Here comes Mr. Man from nowhere
He walks like a boss, "not bad"
He looks good, "nice one"
I can feel his aura from here
He smells really nice, "hmm!"
I'm thinking already, "is he the one?"
I better put this thought away
He probably belongs to someone else
How blessed is the woman who has him
"Wait! Why is he looking at me now?"
My heart is racing at an alarming rate
Butterflies in my stomach are waking up
I'm not so sure I like this feeling
"Look away from me!"
Mr. Man seems not to hear me
He is walking towards my direction
"OMG! Is he. . . is he coming for me?!"
He walks like a boss, "not bad"
He looks good, "nice one"
I can feel his aura from here
He smells really nice, "hmm!"
I'm thinking already, "is he the one?"
I better put this thought away
He probably belongs to someone else
How blessed is the woman who has him
"Wait! Why is he looking at me now?"
My heart is racing at an alarming rate
Butterflies in my stomach are waking up
I'm not so sure I like this feeling
"Look away from me!"
Mr. Man seems not to hear me
He is walking towards my direction
"OMG! Is he. . . is he coming for me?!"
To be continued.
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Written by Nwamaka Ajaegbu
