old poem(?) i wrote around march-february ish

To you,

A lover I might not now, or I might

Do you think of me just as much as I do?

Or am I the only one who thinks of us?

Are you close to home or hours?

Either way, I’d probably run to you

Someway, somehow

Are you hands as cold as the winter nights,

or are they as warm as sunlight?

Regardless I’d still hold them for you

One way or another

Does the night sky make you happy 

Or does the bright blue hue above make your day?

I’d spend either section of the hour with you

To you, 

A lover I might or might not now, come find me soon

Because even if a stranger

I’m homesick for your love and care

Treat me like a lapdog, let me rest on you

For just one more moment

Let me make you tea with honey,

Because it taste just as sweet as you

Lend me your words, so that I may remember them all

For you are the lyricist, and I am the vocalist

And all I want is to have a life filled with your song