I know it isn't much
To talk to you when you want me to
I know it isn't much
To spin the rope, "Mexico texico"
I know it isn't much
To hug you when you're blue
I know it isn't much
To wonder "where'd she go?"
I know it isn't much
But there's so much I need to know
I know it isn't much
To write stories about you
But all these little somethings
Will all add up someday
I know
YOU ARE READING
How to be a Bisexual Sprout
PoetryWhy? I'm going to warn you right now. This book slowly evolves into a poetry book. Calm down. It's not gonna hurt you. Much.
