You Make Me Write Nice Things

Feb 3, 2017

I like parking lots, soulful voice, starry night, nostalgic scent
But in the end, it’s you I like the most
Stolen glances I make, when you’re around
I try not to make any sound
I’m too coy to show that I care I miss you more with each passing day
You have no idea, I guess,
About the impact you have in my tiny heart
It beats faster with the mention of your name
It’s you, no one else, that keep me sane

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