Honey suckle sweet
Our lips always meet
In quiet little moments
Where we never make a peep
We ought to be asleep
But we just can't seem to keep
Our hands off each other
Breathing under covers,
Like midnight lovers.
I take your hand in mine
And we lose track of the time
And while it seems to stand so still
I not so secretly wish
that you'll always be mine.
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Fate, Boys, and Other Lies I've Believed
Poetryhere's a collection of what are hopefully my least shitty writings and maybe you will like a few If you could smell what I write, I would hope that you would smell the ocean air and the sweet smell of honeysuckle in the summer evening air. If you...
