You want to get married in a swamp.
As the mosquitoes drained the poor excuse for blood I watched your eyes wander.
I wish I could marry you right now.
Can people be made for eachother?
Not much of a man of fate or love,
But the way you look into my eyes my stubbornness subsides.
It’s not hard to fall for you,
You
Spent hundreds of hours writing thousands of words to describe you.
None of these words could do you justice.
None of these poems can show you the feeling I get when you kiss me.
You said you’re sorry that you live a double life,
I’m just happy I’m in one of them.
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
You want to get married in a swamp.
As the mosquitoes drained the poor excuse for blood I watched your eyes wander.
I wish I could marry you right now.
Can people be made for eachother?
Not much of a man of fate or love,
But the way you look into my eyes my stubbornness subsides.
It’s not hard to fall for you,
You
Spent hundreds of hours writing thousands of words to describe you.
None of these words could do you justice.
None of these poems can show you the feeling I get when you kiss me.
You said you’re sorry that you live a double life,
I’m just happy I’m in one of them.