there’s not enough time in the day
to hear you speak,
or spit out all of the words i want to say.
every time he says my name,
i can’t help but smile
and get that feeling in my chest.
the good kind,
you want around for awhile.
no thoughts in my head,
other than him
and every single sweet word he said.
a.b.
Jul 31, 2023
Jul 31, 2023 at 6:56 PM UTC
there’s not enough time in the day
to hear you speak,
or spit out all of the words i want to say.
every time he says my name,
i can’t help but smile
and get that feeling in my chest.
the good kind,
you want around for awhile.
no thoughts in my head,
other than him
and every single sweet word he said.
a.b.
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