• Notes:

  Nobody knows how to love like a poet
  And everybody thinks they're a poet
  Sure baby just hold back
  Love-soaked eyes
  Our thoughts are mere tracings of reality
  Tongue stuck out in concentration
  Scrunched eyebrows and a steady gaze
  Compensating for a shaky hand
  And eyes framed by stained glass
  Big butt big buts

  god I shoulda known

  man am I ever gonna miss you 

  what good is an "I do like you"

  when it comes after goodbye drew 

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