Poems from Zane Schechterle
i know it's a sin
to compare you to God
but damn
you're the closest thing to heaven
that i ever saw
you copy me
from the way i walk
to the way i talk
you copy me
from the way i sang
to my different types of slang
you copy me
from the...
there was a spark in your eyes
i saw it no doubt
yea we'd be a good match
but we'd probably burn out
i want to feel you
in all sorts of ways
from intertwined hands
to what's in between your legs
i want to feel us
skin on skin
from the...
don't chase after boyswho keep running awaydont beg and plead to boyswho don't want to staydon't give yourself to boyswho make you fall...