I asked a beautiful boy
to write my birthday on my wrist.
I passed him a purple pen
and he sat shoulder-to-shoulder with me
resting my arm on his leg.
We sat like this
for much longer than we should've.
And you know what I asked him?
I asked a beautiful boy
to be my boyfriend.
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
I asked a beautiful boy
to write my birthday on my wrist.
I passed him a purple pen
and he sat shoulder-to-shoulder with me
resting my arm on his leg.
We sat like this
for much longer than we should've.
And you know what I asked him?
I asked a beautiful boy
to be my boyfriend.
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