he was the one
he had the cosmics in his eyes
and magic in his touch
he smiled when he sighed
and his hands were a little rough
he was beautiful in a way
that it was a secret to those who knew him
and it was a privelege to say
that I know everything
he was the one
who had me running and hoping and praying to my phone
nervous and axious that he'd laugh at my stupid jokes
he was the one who saw me with no makeup on
and stayed up sleepy talkin' bout crazy things til' dawn
he was the one
who ripped me sore with betrayal of a different shade of lipstick on his stained white collar
he was the one who stitched me back with fake apologies
and since it wasn't quite genuine
I had splitted at the seams
he was the one
who made me understand
the heart of the silly, pathetic girls
I used to scoff at
he was the one
who taught me greed
that sometimes people want more than they need
he was the one
he was.
Jul 14, 2018
Jul 14, 2018 at 10:34 AM UTC
he was the one
he had the cosmics in his eyes
and magic in his touch
he smiled when he sighed
and his hands were a little rough
he was beautiful in a way
that it was a secret to those who knew him
and it was a privelege to say
that I know everything
he was the one
who had me running and hoping and praying to my phone
nervous and axious that he'd laugh at my stupid jokes
he was the one who saw me with no makeup on
and stayed up sleepy talkin' bout crazy things til' dawn
he was the one
who ripped me sore with betrayal of a different shade of lipstick on his stained white collar
he was the one who stitched me back with fake apologies
and since it wasn't quite genuine
I had splitted at the seams
he was the one
who made me understand
the heart of the silly, pathetic girls
I used to scoff at
he was the one
who taught me greed
that sometimes people want more than they need
he was the one
he was.
Request permission to use this poem