but this voice inside my brain
won’t stop me from saying
what i want to say to you,
without even paying
any respect your way,
because every single day
you portray what i want to lay
off; just kidding,
i’mma still send you this love letter,
and you better cherrish it
like she cherrishes hers;
which blue boy verse are we talking about?
Luka.
Great Post 😆
such a good poem (: