Typical Day
It is never a typical day
We might just be friends
But we always have something to say
I hope this never ends
We don’t like the same song
But there is still a spark
Even though we talk for so long
I still don’t like them sharks
I can feel your look
It tears me apart
I am still very shook
When you called me sweetheart
It is weird how this was just a typical day
That all started in May
I hope it just never fades away.
This poem is about:
Me