MR.BALLER !

,another poem of mine ♥

 MR.BALLER

,When i was fifteen

i met a guy who i thought

was the one God made for me..

He loves to play basketball

and he's the reason why i got

addicted watching it..

With a smile, he once told me 

I am his lucky charm

Like a fan to his favorite

I support him all the way..

,My heart beats faster

just by seeing him dribbling the ball.

Every shot he made,

i assumed it was for me..

In every win, i get a hug

In their defeat i hold his hands.

Win or lose we share sweet kisses.

But just like any other game

we are never assured

who will win until it's over.

He said she screams louder .

--S! ♥

@july2012