Answering the question,
I may have mentioned
Over a dozen or so times.

Will you hold my hand,
Make me feel so grand
My quarter in a world of dimes.

Im happy around you,
Even blue has a brighter hue
The perfect syllable to end in a rhyme.

Kiss me under streetlights,
Steal me away for the long nights,
Make me your perfect crime.

Caught in between friends and more
Feels like an endless war,
A revolving paradigm.

I know you aren’t sure,
But I’ll try to assure
You are worth the climb.

Words are tough,
My thoughts get rough
But next to you I shine.

I might be a sap,
And it’s a lot to unwrap,
But i cannot wait for the time,
I won’t be able to say,
She’s ‘Not Mine’.