Kinda forced myself to lean.
From 25 to 17.
I mainly love the way you write.
And hear your voice through phone tonight.
I can't deny your pain and fear.
I wish you knew that I was here.
The little time that we have spoke.
I'll tell you now, it struck a note.
Although it may be rather new,
You call me Jon, I'll call you boo.
And even if you sleep on me,
I'll take this seed and plant a tree.
Good Night.