Read this like spoken poetry
I'm telling everybody my dreams about you , how I dream about you. And how stuff used to be. How those notes we passed, while we were in class became the same posters on my wall. I framed those forever, I framed those for love because the paradigm you've created of my heart beat is .. I said I framed those forever because it's something for life that I'll treasure. And that very same paradigm, the beat of our love, is in my heart is deeply embedded.
See, they won't get this but you will. You always did. Just like you understood how surprising me with white Hershey chocolate bars and iced tea arizonas in the middle of chemistry class made me feel like a kid. I'm on my bed, at 4:10am and I'm reminiscing about how you used to play them. For me, but never me because the love we had was true, like Ja and Ashanti. Read these words and let them digest slow and passionately. Like those stolen kisses in the lobby staircase, then the walking up the stairs to class late and rapidly. See they don't get any of this, it could be real or fake but you know. You know I'm speaking to you and you know these poetic words still make your blood blue. Or your salt sweet, whichever one sounds cuter, you know what I mean.
You remember those days when you didn't have a phone ? So from 9-11th grade, facebook messenger was our home. You sat at your computer screen and I sent blushing messages. We would talk about all the miscellaneous, including our favorite beverages. We could never get enough, sending red cheeked notes to each other in class. I was always jealous if you kept them cause I wanted them just to make our love last. I'm just in awe, I have words for days about the girl that I love. I'm telling every one but you and they'll still probably think I'm making it up.
This is my WCW post, my throwback Thursday, the same paper I'll read at the alter, you just tell me the date. I never put up a picture of you and you're never in my tweets. But you're still the girl that I let my mother meet. In the middle of the soccer field, I remember how big your cheeks got. You met your mother in law while you had on p.e basketball shorts and pink socks. I remember all the little things and all the stuff I never said. Like you're the only girl I've ever been in love with and I can't wait until we wed.
want my friend back ...
I'm telling everybody my dreams about you , how I dream about you. And how stuff used to be. How those notes we passed, while we were in class became the same posters on my wall. I framed those forever, I framed those for love because the paradigm you've created of my heart beat is .. I said I framed those forever because it's something for life that I'll treasure. And that very same paradigm, the beat of our love, is in my heart is deeply embedded.
See, they won't get this but you will. You always did. Just like you understood how surprising me with white Hershey chocolate bars and iced tea arizonas in the middle of chemistry class made me feel like a kid. I'm on my bed, at 4:10am and I'm reminiscing about how you used to play them. For me, but never me because the love we had was true, like Ja and Ashanti. Read these words and let them digest slow and passionately. Like those stolen kisses in the lobby staircase, then the walking up the stairs to class late and rapidly. See they don't get any of this, it could be real or fake but you know. You know I'm speaking to you and you know these poetic words still make your blood blue. Or your salt sweet, whichever one sounds cuter, you know what I mean.
You remember those days when you didn't have a phone ? So from 9-11th grade, facebook messenger was our home. You sat at your computer screen and I sent blushing messages. We would talk about all the miscellaneous, including our favorite beverages. We could never get enough, sending red cheeked notes to each other in class. I was always jealous if you kept them cause I wanted them just to make our love last. I'm just in awe, I have words for days about the girl that I love. I'm telling every one but you and they'll still probably think I'm making it up.
This is my WCW post, my throwback Thursday, the same paper I'll read at the alter, you just tell me the date. I never put up a picture of you and you're never in my tweets. But you're still the girl that I let my mother meet. In the middle of the soccer field, I remember how big your cheeks got. You met your mother in law while you had on p.e basketball shorts and pink socks. I remember all the little things and all the stuff I never said. Like you're the only girl I've ever been in love with and I can't wait until we wed.
want my friend back ...