i wanna ask to hold your hand
but it makes me scared and nervous
which takes me back
cause it's like it use to be,
i'm not sure if you'll say yes or not
you thought my eyes were cuter then
filled with honest innocence
what would you do if i was there right next to you
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
i've written a thousand poems for the stars
that all get lost before the day light of my computer screen
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