Answering the question,
I may have mentioned
Over a dozen or so times.
Will you hold my hand,
Make me feel so grand
My quarter in a world of dimes.
Im happy around you,
Even blue has a brighter hue
The perfect syllable to end in a rhyme.
Kiss me under streetlights,
Steal me away for the long nights,
Make me your perfect crime.
Caught in between friends and more
Feels like an endless war,
A revolving paradigm.
I know you aren’t sure,
But I’ll try to assure
You are worth the climb.
Words are tough,
My thoughts get rough
But next to you I shine.
I might be a sap,
And it’s a lot to unwrap,
But i cannot wait for the time,
I won’t be able to say,
She’s ‘Not Mine’.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 1:03 AM UTC
Answering the question,
I may have mentioned
Over a dozen or so times.
Will you hold my hand,
Make me feel so grand
My quarter in a world of dimes.
Im happy around you,
Even blue has a brighter hue
The perfect syllable to end in a rhyme.
Kiss me under streetlights,
Steal me away for the long nights,
Make me your perfect crime.
Caught in between friends and more
Feels like an endless war,
A revolving paradigm.
I know you aren’t sure,
But I’ll try to assure
You are worth the climb.
Words are tough,
My thoughts get rough
But next to you I shine.
I might be a sap,
And it’s a lot to unwrap,
But i cannot wait for the time,
I won’t be able to say,
She’s ‘Not Mine’.
how young and dumb i was.
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