Can't sing about love because I've never been in it
Though I wish I was, I know I'm only a teen
But I still daydream about being in someone's arms
Maybe it would still feel good to be
How can I run far enough away from all of my problems (things that don't make sense)
I never took track but I would've if you had
I keep on thinking that finding someone would make me less sad
But I'm probably mistaken
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World's Largest Ball of Twine/ Dallas
Puisia bunch of scattered poems about everything