Give Her The Sun
Give her sun and she’ll be happy,
I’d give her the moon and stars too,
Give her sun and she’ll be happy,
But I’m not tall or strong enough to.
I love your fingertips,
The way you touched me on my face and my lips,
Those dimples you have on your back,
Amaze me because I got dimples like that,
A smile that could make people stop and stare,
A smile at me to let me know that you care,
That you’re happy, that you’re glad,
Don’t ever stop smiling because I might think you’re sad.
Give her sun and she’ll be happy,
I’d give her the moon and stars too,
Give her sun and she’ll be happy,
But I’m not tall or strong enough to.
But all good things come to an end,
You weren’t happy and no longer could you pretend,
Sticks and stones can break my bones,
But those words you said really killed me,
My heart spilled enough blood to flood,
Flood my throat enough to choke,
Enough to soak this lad with nothing for brains.
poem by Gaz illionaire
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