I Love you even though I want him
I don’t know what you are yet a beautiful memory, perhaps? The most that I can get Are hands and their flaps.
It’s my own kind of love that sometimes is no glove (so don’t put your hands in) It’s my fault I made it begin
I love you, J. Even though I want D. I can’t have both so I’ll stay alone He loves someone else and you’re probably not that into me.
I’m just going to have some “fun”











