shitty poem (a.k.a. the-aftermath-and-how-i-feel-after-watching-dylan-o-brien-and-britt-robertson-making-love-as-a-high-schooler poem)
i want to write a poem a poem about how blue your eyes are about how perfect your jawlines were placed about how your breath makes my heart skips a beat i want to make a perfect mix for you i want you to be the song i always sing i want to witness your smile that could make me go crazy i want a cliche teenage american love story but then im confused with the reality that totally contradict the fantasy the future that i am heading that we all are facing the cruel future or at least we thought is cruel its sad to know we can live without love but we cant love without live its pretty confusing, isn't it but, can you shelter your love with hearts when it rains can you feed your soulmate with kisses when hunger takes places