I never got the girl.
Well, I never got the girlS. None of them.
I’m sorry that upon our first interaction
I used you as my thirst’s satisfaction.
All along, you had other plans for me
Plans to lift me higher and drag me
Out of my own tunnel. Oh, you’re so reckless!
The trips you send my heart on
The ones that confuse my soul, and my brain
Finally knows to quiet and listen.
I guess that is why you and I are a perfect match:
Doing reckless deeds to one another.
Thank you for making me more than an author;
Because of you, I am none other
Than a sir.
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