Beautiful things
come to mind
when i think of you.
Lovely colors in faded hues,
smiles, grass, skateboards,
sunlight, bike rides, sneakers,
memories of times
that have never happened.
You have caused me
fantasy beyond the extent
of my former imagination,
it is a mystery
shrouded by
the possible and the plausible.
How will we end?
Are you just my friend?
I don't know yet.
I'm not sure , but
I think i might...
I think i might...
... I think i may be capable
of loving you.
Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 8:03 PM UTC
Beautiful things
come to mind
when i think of you.
Lovely colors in faded hues,
smiles, grass, skateboards,
sunlight, bike rides, sneakers,
memories of times
that have never happened.
You have caused me
fantasy beyond the extent
of my former imagination,
it is a mystery
shrouded by
the possible and the plausible.
How will we end?
Are you just my friend?
I don't know yet.
I'm not sure , but
I think i might...
I think i might...
... I think i may be capable
of loving you.
why can't i get you out of my head? there's homework i should be doing.
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