May 2016
You have to know
nothing has changed.
I still want to write messages up your arm.
I still want to make mixtapes for your car.
I still want to leave kisses on your nose.
I still want to drink tea with you in the park.
You have to know that I still want to be yours,
if you still want me to be.
nothing has changed.
I still want to write messages up your arm.
I still want to make mixtapes for your car.
I still want to leave kisses on your nose.
I still want to drink tea with you in the park.
You have to know that I still want to be yours,
if you still want me to be.
It did end up changing however so I regret everything I said in this poem
