Poems from bcp36912
i never knew how to play the fiddle and the horn,
then again, neither did you.
i thought maybe i'd learn sometime around when the moon...
it's cold outside
i don't wanna say goodbye
but you say you have to go
so i tell ya to have a good night
you don't say it back
your lights are dim
because you kept them on
when you left.
at the very least,
you had lights to start with.
i don't have
lights
to...
thanks for pouring saline on my hand
and telling me goodnight when you didn't want to.
sorry for messing up my lines
in this terrible...
ask.
you shall recieve.
ask.
likely, it's a no.
ask.
it could be a yes.
don't ask.
don't ask.
don't ask.
i don't want to give you...