You’re always in my minds corner,
but just too close to home.
I’m just a few stops, from preventing us,
to being better on our own.
I kiss him by his pink thin lips,
I guess I work with what I’m thrown.
But take your shots and forget-me-nots,
because my educations better off shown.
You’re just out of reach, the edge of my seat,
out of touch with my emotions flown.
Listening to your old jazz tunes,
I wonder what keeps us both alone?
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 2:17 AM UTC
You’re always in my minds corner,
but just too close to home.
I’m just a few stops, from preventing us,
to being better on our own.
I kiss him by his pink thin lips,
I guess I work with what I’m thrown.
But take your shots and forget-me-nots,
because my educations better off shown.
You’re just out of reach, the edge of my seat,
out of touch with my emotions flown.
Listening to your old jazz tunes,
I wonder what keeps us both alone?
inspo- a little bit of you by kevin garrett
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