Write me
sweet nothings
and bring me
little cakes.
Talk to me
like you've never spoken before
and you're drowning
in things to say.
Tell me how much I mean to you
but don't just tell me
show me.
Write me your sweet, sweet nothings.
And bring me your soul on a
silver platter.
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 3:39 PM UTC
Write me
sweet nothings
and bring me
little cakes.
Talk to me
like you've never spoken before
and you're drowning
in things to say.
Tell me how much I mean to you
but don't just tell me
show me.
Write me your sweet, sweet nothings.
And bring me your soul on a
silver platter.
Show me you love me before it's too late.
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