• things_left_unsaid 112w

    Its for your text i always wait
    I dont mind even if its a bit late
    I keep counting five, six, seven, eight
    Talking to you takes me to a different state
    It switches my mood from bad to great
    To say bye to you is what i always hate
    Its been a dream to pick you up from your gate
    To take you on a date
    Eat in a single plate
    Chill with beers and finish a crate
    To admire how similar is our trait
    Tell you that I love you with out any blate
    Let's see if it remains a dream or if i have it in my fate


    ©things_left_unsaid