Born Too Late

Oh, how desperately i wish i wrote sins 

but there are no sins to speak of. 

never have i said this so truly. 

but i’m in love with you, very dearly. 

every hour of every day you cross my mind. 

and it’s not fair because i never cross yours. 

(you-never-were-one-to-play-fair) 

no matter how many boys i kiss 

your name is the one that will always be on my lips. 

oh mr. masterpiece you hang in a hall full of paintings but i only have eyes for you. 

these eyes were made for you, and only you. 

i am lovestruck and heartbroken 

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