He gets to me
with his, 90's hip-hop heartbeat.
He treats me sweet
when we're hanging in the streets;
Even when his boys hang around.
We laugh and smile, and share stories,
not caring if we wake the neighbours,
no thoughts about who wins the glory.
We call ourselves "Tumblr goals"
That's just a new way of saying
"Let's grow old."
Your chest against my head,
my favourite spot to be.
No secrets, no lies;
just you and me.
So take my hand, I'll guide you home
Just you and me, and
me and you alone.
He's my knight in a wutang hoodie
When I'm sad he'll come love me,
he'll call work and play hooky.
Thank you for being one of a kind
Thank you for being mine
I write this poem for my boo,
to show how much I love you!