You won't be the king
And I won't be the queen
But that bottle we'll empty
A fucking tag team
The hood of my car
Our favorite songs blaring
In a place that'll soon be ours
YOU ARE READING
To you, from me
PoetryPoetry I wrote when you were on my mind and when it hurt to be alive. I'll love you always. From, me
Prom night
You won't be the king
And I won't be the queen
But that bottle we'll empty
A fucking tag team
The hood of my car
Our favorite songs blaring
In a place that'll soon be ours
