He always laughs
When I try to act cute
But mostly when
I try to be ****
I think it's because
I'm just a girl
A frail fifteen years
To his seventeen
He knows what he's doing
And I just pretend
Because he used to be
Opposite
To who I am --
And who he is
Now
"What?"
I ask
But there's never
A better answer
Than
"Nothing"
And often
A kiss
May 30, 2013
May 30, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC
He always laughs
When I try to act cute
But mostly when
I try to be ****
I think it's because
I'm just a girl
A frail fifteen years
To his seventeen
He knows what he's doing
And I just pretend
Because he used to be
Opposite
To who I am --
And who he is
Now
"What?"
I ask
But there's never
A better answer
Than
"Nothing"
And often
A kiss
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