See this warmth,
These flushed cheeks.
This is someone,
I haven't been in weeks.
Listen to me laugh,
And watch me play.
All thoughts of us,
Have floated away.
But I'm not sure,
If I'm completely right.
Because I have a feeling,
I'll think of you tonight.
This is all your fault.
That I still like you.
And it's not quite love,
'CAUSE I THINK YOU'RE A POO.
2 comments:
Teeeeehehehehelawls
:D
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