Hey Xy, when your nights are cold
Do you have a hand to hold?
Are your thoughts that boggle you told?
How are your worst days mold?
I wonder if you're so brazen with life
In your car, going uphill and enjoying the height
Very much lucky is that someone to be
I always ask
Even by a small chance
Can that someone be me?
I never lie when I write poems like these
Like who would say they enjoyed it even if it's the least
Oh Elle how is your life gonna be
Once everyone finds out someone likes you, and it's me
Fast, nimble,brisk, rapid, that's just four words to tell how slowly I fell
I remember knowing your name in grade seven and now it rings a big bell
Enough to cover my whole mind and imagination
Just because you're different from them, loving you healed me, and that's why you deserve my 100 poems and adoration
