My dear,
you’re a lime. I’m a cherry.
My dear,
& I like your chest hairy…
My dear,
I’ve got sand in my throat…
My dear,
Would you take this poem home?
My dear,
Your tan skin and warm eyes….
(He’s mine, and I think I’m gonna die)
My dear,
I’ve got years left to grow….
Oh dear,
I think I got your email wrong.
Subject: Please disregard!
Jul 20, 2025
Jul 20, 2025 at 9:09 PM UTC
My dear,
you’re a lime. I’m a cherry.
My dear,
& I like your chest hairy…
My dear,
I’ve got sand in my throat…
My dear,
Would you take this poem home?
My dear,
Your tan skin and warm eyes….
(He’s mine, and I think I’m gonna die)
My dear,
I’ve got years left to grow….
Oh dear,
I think I got your email wrong.
Subject: Please disregard!
In the voice of Lana Del Ray
