I don't care that her hands are cold
the red on her cheeks are enough to keep me warm this winter
Even if our lips only touch in the split second of a goodbye
her mouth is the only thing I can pay attention to
'Cause I know if I don't I might miss it
And if I miss it I'll have to wait for another goodbye
and at this point I don't think I can handle
watching her leave and not looking back
I know it's not very polite to comment on people's scent
but I was told to speak my mind and when she moves closer
laying her head on my shoulder and my heart just stops
What else do you want me to do?
How dare she, make this poet wannabe forget his words?
"I fell in love like I fell asleep", *******
I fell like a cartoon stepping on the X mark on the floor
and a piano falls from the sky crushing him
but he turns out okay only for some random train
run over him again
It's too late for me to be writing poems or thinking about you
or writing poems about thinking about you
and yet here I am making out excuses
for things I haven't done yet
I don't blame you for calling me a creep
I do hate it, however, when you say things
that weren't meant for your lips
I could write all night, waiting for her to wake up
but it wouldn't matter, 'cause in the end
this is just another letter I'm too coward to send