April

arms around his neck 

ridë me like a piggy back 

i dont like this quarantine bubble 

and i knew it would be trouble

w'hen i exist because l¨truth is 

you not there , exist 

i remember when we first met 

had just came back from 

hospital and honestly wanted to go home

''but then i met you , one day in april |can  begin feel something butterflies 'which is pretty nice but it didnt want me to leave , i remember i watching from the corner ,make up stories of being your lover 

remember everything so i could put down it my diary