When I wrote his birthday card, I kissed it with lipstick,
I smothered it with a pinkish-red,
In doing so I accidentally smudged it,
I firmly planted 24 to mark all the years,
I then sat back, looked at the card and realised I've fallen head over heels,
One kiss stood out from all the rest, I stayed still for what seemed so long,
I'll tell you why, because I imagined it was him,
So I was still and closed my eyes,
A breath, a sigh, I opened my eyes,
The card is ready for him,
I sealed the envelope with a heart,
And wrapped up his favourite gin
Jan 13, 2021
Jan 13, 2021 at 5:40 PM UTC
When I wrote his birthday card, I kissed it with lipstick,
I smothered it with a pinkish-red,
In doing so I accidentally smudged it,
I firmly planted 24 to mark all the years,
I then sat back, looked at the card and realised I've fallen head over heels,
One kiss stood out from all the rest, I stayed still for what seemed so long,
I'll tell you why, because I imagined it was him,
So I was still and closed my eyes,
A breath, a sigh, I opened my eyes,
The card is ready for him,
I sealed the envelope with a heart,
And wrapped up his favourite gin
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