if life is a game
check that shit, baby
you have the high score
if life is a hallway
walkin that shit, baby
you're the only open door
if life is a marathon
struggle in that shit, baby
you're the running floor
i love the way you talk to me
i love the way you walk with me
i love the way you treat me
i wanna kiss you the way you want
i wanna miss you the way she does
i wanna make you mine
and for that, id wait a lifetime
just for a chance to call you mine
in all the lonely nights in your life
nothing came in, cut me like a knife
and i see you smoking on the lawn
my heart stops for what feels
like a year or two
ive always wanted to be near to you
somebody's loved you
it's been that way for a month or two
i wanna hold you by the hips
i wanna hug you from the back
i wanna cuddle with you
i can't wait much longer
i miss you again
i miss the voice you hold
i miss the way you lay against me
i miss what we called we
you pop back in
flowing again
love in session
never in recession
always in progression
falling in obsession
with the one i call love~
❤️
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
