God you f**king angelic creature
I’m pulsing right between your fingers
You’re no waste of my time boy
For an eternity I’ll lay on my bed
And linger, I’ve just been through
About everything with you, while I
Sit in my room and hum those blink 182
Songs you left on your MySpace
Laughing at those memories in our secret
Place, cause your parents are just lame
And put you to blame for being late
When it’s just because I needed to
Sedate those lips from worry and goodbye
I’ll be at the bus stop tomorrow, for a
6 minute chill between you and me in the
Secret spot, where you got on your right knee
Asked a yes/no question and slipped a ring
Over finger number three-believe me
You’re no waste of my time boy
I need you, and that’s the truth, that is the
Truth I know you haven’t been believing in
People much anymore, but baby
Believe in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This reminds me of how I seen to write when im alone in my Room stuck to think Remembering the good old times and missing that special someone and just gettting my thoughts on paper seems to help so much I hope it helped maybe i should use punctuations