InComPlete
This been in my draft 4 awhile. but i finally wanted to share cuz it is.This isnt to anyone in particular. its to personal experience.
Dear Love.
I Dont Know.
Is it that don't understand you?
Or are You Misunderstood?
You Make Me Feel Like a Kid On holloween with the Biggest Bag.
You Make Me Feel Bad Like The Kid With Cavitys becasue to much of you he had.
You Can Make My Days The Brightest.
You Make My Nights Da Coldest.
Sometimes I Cant Stand
You Make Me Laugh.
You Make Me Cry.
Sike I Wont Allow Myself.
I Wonder Why?
But This isnt about me
Its about how when ya in da air.
I Cant help But breathe.
So I take you In.
At my Lungs You start.
I Dont Know How But You end up at my Heart.
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