by Arcassin Burnham



Minor regrets,
i'd call it all a sin,
For you it was cloud 9,
Tiny pictures with old phone numbers written,
The same girl i remember,
And you left it at that,
And as a matter of fact,
Your heart's a perfect Abstract,
i can be everything you want,
with your skinny jeans,
I can be your do's and your don't's,
just excuse me please,
Lustful thoughts,
Is definitely a sin,
For me it was heaven,
i'd Do it all Again.