Why I have a crush on you
For North Carolina, TCM
You do everything that I ask
Giving me suggestions, no requirements
Allow me to set my parameters
You toy with me, tease my emotions
Attraction, disappointment, lust
You listen to my likes and dislikes
My incessant rambling and stories
There were the beautiful ones
The ones I would take home to Mama
And the ones I would never let her know about
The cross country love I could run away with–
The idea of him, the southern boy
He has a way with text messaging
His voice with that sweet accent could kill
We could do it
It’s not like he hasn’t offered
We could run away to here or there
Leave the world behind and trade it all in
I could and he wants to
Age is only a number, no matter the difference
The idea of him seems so perfect
He says the same to me
The idea of who I am seems perfect
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