We talk every night before bed
But you always put me down at 9
Claiming you must 'un-spoil' me
I never understood my bedtime
I'm only four months younger than you
But you treat me like a child
I'm not complaining
I just wish I could talk to you
For even longer
YOU ARE READING
A Whole Melancholy of Lovers
Poetrya book of poetry written for the boy i love the most, and maybe a few others
