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Aug 2011
I said,
I love you so much I’d lick your feet.

she said,

that’s sweet, but please

don’t say that when you meet my parents.

I said I’d try to be normal

but it’s hard when you make me feel

like a cliche wrapped in roses

and all she knows is

that I can’t get enough of her,

if she’s in reach,

I have to touch her.

I’m not trying to be inappropriate

It’s just, you're my favourite.

Even you being a fidget

at 3am is worth it.

and I swear it’s true,

that when someone wakes me up stealing the blanket,

I’m smiling, because that some one is you.

yeah you're a bit of a *** pest,

but the *** is the best.

and yeah you constantly make fun of me,

but it’s cute that you think you're funny.

and yeah im being soppy and that

but you're used to me being a ****.
Written by
Tom Sutton
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