New poem peeps. What do we think?
And it'll be like before.
You'll have that look on your face.
We'll sit in your car to stay out of the cold,
Drawing hearts on steamed up windows.
And we'll lay on your bed and talk for hours
About the lipstick mark I made on your ceiling
So you'd know how I felt
We'll sit on the bench where we first met
When you thought I was stuck up
And I thought you were mad.
And we'll hide in the corn field to get away from the world
Maybe put up a tent
And stay there all night.
We'll tell each other stories that don't even make sense
And you'll go over the top,
Just to make me laugh.
And we'll watch our favourite movie
-the one that makes me cry.
Just so you can hold me.
Wrapped in my duvet eating Haagen Dazs with plastic spoons.
We'll turn up the radio and I'll sing whilst you dance
Like nobody's listening and no-one can see.
And I'll play your guitar
And you'll try to stop me for doing it wrong
But it won't be the same this time
As it was before.
Because you won't want it as much.
And I won't love you.
I won't care.