april eighth twenty-twenty
rhyme pattern - abb
you are the music i dance to in the streets,
the beat i tap on my thighs,
and the song i want to sing at my lows and my highs.
you're the lover i want to share my sheets with,
the girlfriend i want to bring home to my mom,
you're the pretty girl i'd ask to prom.
you're the cold girl i'd give my hoodie,
you're the gem i'd buy a new jacket,
and still give you mine when you forget to pack it.
i'd hold your hand so tight on the way to class,
and if you'd let me,
i'd put my hand in your back pocket affectionately.
you are the song that brightens my day,
you're the air under my wings,
and the blue bird outside my window that sings.
you make me wanna sway my hips,
and hold yours in my hands,
leading you along in this dreamy dance.
