I know I can't say
I don't think about you every day
This ain't hot air
I hope you know I care
Even though I got plans
I'll put them on hold
If it means being your man
If I'm stressed
All I need
Is seeing you
Looking good in that dress
It might seem like I'm not there
But no one else compares
To you
You might think I ran
I may be running
But I'm running to you
Just so I can be your man
You'll never have to wait
Cause I'd hate
Knowing that I wasted your time
It may sound like a while
In the long run
But I'm not done
Trying to be your man
YOU ARE READING
Gray's Sick Poetry
PoetrySome poetry of the highest class. I should clarify, some of it is kinda weird, but it has its moments.
