It would be nice
To have a drink or two
As I share how you are the reason I believe in love
While you tell me why it is hard for you to believe in yourself
And soon my chest will turn into a graveyard
Filled with flying kisses from you
Along with the hopes and dreams
For it will never go beyond the screen
If only I were not just the poet
With you as the words to live by
But someone who force to propel you toward joy
If only; that would be nice
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