What happens when the words run out?
Me? I'll probably kick and pout.
What will you do when I have no more?
You'll probably beg and pound on my door.
Who I am kidding, that's not true,
because the truth is I'm a slave to you.
I want to want you,
I want to need you,
I want you to make me want you too.
I need your attention, I need your likes,
you are the breeze to my word-kites,
Please don't leave, please sit and stay,
I promise the words won't go away.
Sincerely,
Yours
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 5:34 PM UTC
What happens when the words run out?
Me? I'll probably kick and pout.
What will you do when I have no more?
You'll probably beg and pound on my door.
Who I am kidding, that's not true,
because the truth is I'm a slave to you.
I want to want you,
I want to need you,
I want you to make me want you too.
I need your attention, I need your likes,
you are the breeze to my word-kites,
Please don't leave, please sit and stay,
I promise the words won't go away.
Sincerely,
Yours
