Prom Proposal
When I first met you sophmore year, you threw a ball at my face. I did not care
I knew you were just playing, so I did not get mad at you because I did not really know you
Since then we become good friends.
You are a strong independent women with a warm heart. You don't take no shit from nobody.
You make me laugh. Even though it may may make me uncomfortable to ask you to prom
I can't help but ask will you go to the prom with me.
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