I want to kiss his knuckles His nails are neat but dirt dusted His palms are red and raw Fallen down, as high as he could on bark, On his knees, teary eyed and in a heap, The tree behind us, motherly and verdant, Watches us kindly as I kiss her son Kiss away his loneliness Reward his thankless devotion With sweetest dues
hi my name is Merry, I've been in love with a cartoon boy for 2 years now 😔