Put your coffee
inside my cup
and be my second hand
on my clock
and add me into your love
all the time
and walk with me
in the rain
will hop along the street
and make Taylor Swift
get jealous of our touch
and will always sing her songs
and play
like record players
on drugs
and make New York
our year to belong
and be all of the strengths
we need
in our plans
of again
and be all of the sugar
we can lick up
touching down
in Central park
kissing as we talk
©mrnothing
M