A Linguistics book shouts
Read me.. Read me...
Reading hard and Dozing off..
Who's fault is it?
The book or the reader?

Missing the hands I used to hold
Your hands in mine, very tight hold,
never letting go of the hands I hold
Then I realized the hands I hold
is not mine to hold...
I let go your hands
It breaks my heart, it feels too cold
My hands too old
My heart too cold
Not again I hold....
Your hands not mine to hold

I'm that friend
Who you ask to the mall
On those weekends
Where it's so nice
And sunny
That everyone's at the beach.

I'm that friend
That you walk home
With
On days
Where everyone else
Has mountains of
Homework.

I'm the friend
That you ignore
When they text you
Because they're so
THICK
That they're
Too stupid
And
Desperate
To take the hint.

I will never be your first choice.
But I can settle for last.

If it means
Going to the mall
With you
On those weekends
Where it's so nice
And sunny
That everyone's at the beach.

If it means
Walking home
With you
On days
Where everyone else
Has mountains of
Homework.

And if it means
Getting that one text
Saying that
You
"Have to go"
And you'll
"Ttyl."

I'll settle for that.