onsdag 6 november 2019

the guy i write poem about now

love gave up but suddenly you turn the volume up
when i was in the darkest place , found my holy ground
and there you came send me on that merry - go - round
the must heavenly ride i ever get on
you made me feel like butterflies in winter time
everyone know im not cool with you have moved on
it wore as joyride and i wont not let you slide
because you the kinda guy that you write poems about
not have in my mouth
just when love gave up suddenly you came around to put the volume up
and suddenly all i can hear white noice from of the other boys

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