If I were to take

Every kiss

Every touch

Every fuck

And add them all up

Would I have the sum of its parts?

Or is it something I’ve just made up?

No one before

Left me wanting more

Then you came along

Singing your song

And threw my heart on the floor.

That’s where it sits

There to this day

Every ounce of my blood

Is pumping away

But I don’t think you’ve noticed

You’re much too level for that,

My eyes are fixed just on you,

And yours just on my cat

I wish I had the power

To show you how I feel

But you girl are an enigma,

I’m not even sure that you’re real.


About Greg Moss

25 year old English and Media Graduate based in Manchester, UK. Contact me at:
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