The One

by SweetZombiie   Oct 22, 2008


Be the one who would carry me down the stairs,
Be the boy that would care less what I wear,
Be the one who would make fun of my accent,
Be the boy who won't laugh at my lame jokes.

Be the boy who would disconnect my calls,
Be the boy who would make me watch sports,
Be the one who would laugh at my poems,
Be the one who would break my pencils.

The one who would bite instead of kissing.
Be a trouble maker, watch me dance and then make
fun of me. Kiss me in the Rain just to make me wet.
Hold me tight just to take my breath away.

Call me Dude instead of my name,
Let me be the one instead of her.
Let me sleep in your arms and be the one.

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