I practically tell you
How I feel
Without
Exactly telling you
I say goodnight
You say no
You don't let me go
You carry on talking to me
You don't want to end it there
Twenty minutes later
You say okay
I better let you go now
Goodnight

you're real
spill out your secrets like poured concrete
i know everything about you
and i'm never letting go.

bae:  breaking and entering.

IM SO OVER PEOPLE LIKE… REAL ***** ****…. CAUSE KITS ALWAYZ SOMETHING FOR REAL….. LOST MY BESTFRIEND OVER SOME ****…..SO BOOO OVER SOME ****…..NOW I JUST DON’T GIVE A **** ANYMORE…. REAL N TRULY PEOPLE CAN DO THEM CAUSE IM OUT… END OF THE STORY…..

IM DONE CRYING OVER PEOPLE N FEELING BAD FOR ANYBODY SHIDDDD IM DOIN ME FOR LIFE… MA ALWAYS SAID DON’T EVER CRY OVER NO ***** OR NO ***** SO

FAMILY ALWAYZ MATTER

when it's 2 in the morning
and I cannot sleep again
I might as well think
which has made me worry

I never truly say
anything that deep or cheesy
but I love things like that
the little yet huge things

all the cheesy statements
that I seem to under-appreciate
but I really do love them
they're my favourite part of the day

though words on a small screen
are easy to read and write
I cannot properly express how much
something means to me in person

so allow me to say it now
it does mean so much
especially when it's 2 in the morning
and I cannot sleep, yet again

now that I've properly
read your card to me
and it is 2 in the morning
I must say

thank you

the card stated what
is almost impossible to say
my favourite was the back
you said I mean a lot

no really, thank you

it's impossible to put
into words how much
I care for you too
but I know poems are lame

but seriously, thanks

it means so much
that you took the time
to write that card
though I am slow

thank you so much

I don't appreciate things
when I first get them
it has to be 2 in the morning
for me to really think about them

I cannot say thanks enough

so really thank you
it's hard for me to say
how much I care for you
but it's easy at 2 in the morning

I feel like a ****
I feel that Bae is furious
I feel all I do to her is irk
Yet, it still remain curious

Bae says she is far from livid
She says that she never is mad
At points in time I feel timid
I feel like I've done something bad

But still, I remember the blithe times
Although I get worried, she's cute
And although I feel I commit crimes
I know it's just sarcastic, endearing dispute

And so no one is melancholy
I have no reason to be glum
Because there is no felony
Oh, Bae, why am I so dumb? ;P

Bae, you make me so very joyful
I won't forget you till the end of time
I feel utterly greatful
And I'm sorry I have run out of rhymes

I may be short
but he likes short girls

I have dirt coloured eyes
but he likes that too

my hair is a curly mess
he thinks it's pretty

I'm not his Julia
but bae likes me anyway

I have no life
neither does bae
so I spend mine
with him day after day

I think poems
are a very lame way
to say something like this
but not for bae

I call him a loser
but he doesn't care
like how he doesn't
buy me stuffed bears

we're no white couple
not in any way
but I like him cuz he
doesn't think I'm lame