INTIMATE

Lips locked up like they’re glued.
Color me blue, I’ll paint you too.

Three words to say, “I miss you.”
“I’m sorry,” I can say with two. 

I promise, someday I’ll follow through.
Drive alone, eyes up on the rear view.

Worlds apart but we share the same moon.
Intimate: a taboo I never knew. 

Wait for me until the day I debut.
I promise someday I’ll know you too.

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