The difference between you and me is that I free my time to see you, whereas you only see me in your free time.

Changing plans upon me like a moody weather changes seasons, it should be a crime.

The more I write this, the more I cry, the more I tire, the more it seems to rhyme.

Don’t leave me waiting for a last minute change of heart, I know you’re busy but so am I

You don’t need to create a story or any form of creative literature, I can take it, just don’t lie.

You’re begging for my love, in fact, you’re craving it just as I am craving your touch

Oh baby, sweet lady, be mine and ill be yours, just don’t get too caught up living,

That I am left behind in the storm.

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