Summer nights spent locked in my room Was it suddenly fate that came and brought me to you? A message; so simple, yet so damning I had no idea what one little word could do Back and forth we went All that time spent questioning If may I should get with you When it came down to it All I could think was "****, you're pretty cute" Seeing your face was the one thing that brought me relief Oh how your voice made me weak I'd give anything if I could start over And return to those nights That left me destroyed beyond belief
Another silly little poem, about the same silly little love for a silly little boy back in the year of 2017. Seems like I could only ever write or get struck to write when I was sad. He's a quite nice guy now, well-rounded and all. I'm glad he's doing well, we are all grown now.