I love boys so much its sickening.
Won't you meet me by the street light, babe.
At 3 Am
when the nights go dim
and the city bustles with energy
because this is New York, after all,
where the sky scrapers never sleep.
Tell me your secrets
through your lips
and hug me tight
before I leave.
I'll sketch my name on to your back as an autograph
your hands will go under my shirt
and mine around your neck,
and my gaze'll never stray from your collar bones
but you'll look straight at me, (straight into me)
because your braver and smarter and maybe a lil bit taller
and everything I need.
I'll just never say it.
And by that street light,
where it shines brightest,
we'd make music under the stars.
And the next day
I'll be behind windows,
smirking at my brother
because he thinks
I'm still with that chick with the long nails and blonde hair
and you'll close your eyes because you cant forget me.
You'll cover my name with a hoodie or two
and I'll wash away the influence you forgot to take with you,
you've tainted my lips with your taste of cinnamon spice and I won't forget it.
But how do you wash away something that's tattooed on to your mind?
Won't you meet me by the street light?
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PoesíaWE ARE BROKEN CHANDELIERS, BUT ALIVE GRAINS OF SAND. I CAN'T DECIDE WHICH ONE'S WORSE.
