When you asked me out.
I smiled
When you held my hand
I smiled
when you kissed me
I smiled
Do you see a pattern?
Do you see a pattern?
I smiled
When you kissed me
I smiled
When you held my hand
I smiled
When you asked me out.
YOU ARE READING
In A World Lost to Poetry
Poetry"Poetry keeps me sane" said the little songwriter who grew up to be a writer. ~Rebecca Lynn
