Wed, 05/23/2018 - 18:28 -- Tramer

My emotions are in Marvin's Room, love.

Soft like a dove and I hope you take care

I'm surely no Drake, but I think that's fair

Like the Bible, you're a gift from above

Hate sleeping alone but like to shove

Look what you've done as if you hardly care

I still feel a connection in the air

My love for you can't be disposed of


I'll be happy if one day you love me back

Like my sweets, I'd treat you like a Kitkat

Like a guest, having you would be my trat

You wouldn't be an ordinary snack

Just like Sour Patch Kids, we could just chat'

You may have been sour, but now you're sweet

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