It’s a bit past midnight and you are on my mind again.
No metaphors, no clever word play.
your lips, your eyes, your face.
The way your nose scrunches up when I tell you you’re beautiful.
The way you look at me when you’re to scared to kiss me.
It’s past midnight again,
And you are on my mind again.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 1:35 PM UTC
It’s a bit past midnight and you are on my mind again.
No metaphors, no clever word play.
your lips, your eyes, your face.
The way your nose scrunches up when I tell you you’re beautiful.
The way you look at me when you’re to scared to kiss me.
It’s past midnight again,
And you are on my mind again.