Late night sneaking over your parents' wooden floor
Getting to know the you that I missed through your playlists
Draining your brain to feed my hunder for knowledge
And winning your high score in Guitar Hero
Sitting through boring soccer matches
Holding your hand
Getting poetically overwhelmed in the esctase of the moment
Looking up with big eyes and folding myself tightly around you
Being the imaginary passenger in each of your 007 cars…
This is a story I will never be able to tell
The right idea, but the wrong person
This is the poem I could never even finish writing
Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 10:32 AM UTC
Late night sneaking over your parents' wooden floor
Getting to know the you that I missed through your playlists
Draining your brain to feed my hunder for knowledge
And winning your high score in Guitar Hero
Sitting through boring soccer matches
Holding your hand
Getting poetically overwhelmed in the esctase of the moment
Looking up with big eyes and folding myself tightly around you
Being the imaginary passenger in each of your 007 cars…
This is a story I will never be able to tell
The right idea, but the wrong person
This is the poem I could never even finish writing
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