You were a mystery at first,
With your pale face, sunken cheekbones, and short hair.
Your sweater too big,
And it made you adorably small.
Your laugh?
It releases my tension,
makes me feel warm.
I don't wish to think it,
But I won't mean to anything?
You won't like as I do.
I'm a goof ball,
A third wheeler.
Why would some one like you care?
It feels evil.
You are a demon disguised as that mystery angel I adore.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
You were a mystery at first,
With your pale face, sunken cheekbones, and short hair.
Your sweater too big,
And it made you adorably small.
Your laugh?
It releases my tension,
makes me feel warm.
I don't wish to think it,
But I won't mean to anything?
You won't like as I do.
I'm a goof ball,
A third wheeler.
Why would some one like you care?
It feels evil.
You are a demon disguised as that mystery angel I adore.
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