To Be With YouA Poem by Jarred Sutton
Tomorrow, it comes so fast.
Today is done at last. Clerk at the store has passed - Christmas ghost of Christmas past. Both were fun, but not a blast. I can't wait to be with you. Fear, he's being a hopeless romantic. Why does love seem so frantic? Sadness is still up to his same old antics. And courage asks if it can it - Come through the door with his great fanatics, So I can be with you. She giggles at my spoken word, She really is my only world. Underrated yellow backpack - And her hair is never curled. But I'm a hopeful romantic. Watching the sky be kissed by birds - While dreaming to be with you. And to yesterday, I'm sorry but I've cheated on you. It was tomorrow's born seduction, And three weeks of recreational reduction - Four weeks from head to toe. And I know I want to be with you. © 2017 Jarred SuttonAuthor's Note
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