13 minutes of power
in 13 minutes…
i could tell you a lot of things
about who i am now
and what i want to be
i could tell you about the stars and the great people you’ll meet
i could tell you about life
and the fancy treats you’ll get to see
but i want to talk about him
and how he drives me up the wall
how i just text him to see
if he’ll respond without a pause
he writes commonly
in a twenty-some, like figurative
but most oftenly
he writes like he’s 23
he talks about intercourse
and religions and me
and things that don’t matter
when you’re 23
he talks about when they will matter
and says he’s living for the now
but all this talk about the future
makes me second guess how
i dont love you
and dont think i ever will
but in the back of my mind
things haven’t become still
thoughts of you
and thoughts of me
doing gay shit
like holding hands under the cherry tree
i dont love you
and i dont think i ever will
but in the back of my mind
things haven’t become still.
in 13 minutes i could write you a song
i could write you a poem
that you could put on your wall
you could read it everyday
and maybe you’d think of me
just one minute a day
just one minute when you’re 23..
