I’m burning like a bridge for your body…
Why was it Saturday night when I carried you from the stadium to the bus? I have two sprained ankles, and you were tired. You rested your head in my shoulder and hugged my neck closely while I held you in my hands and felt big and important. I set you down and you invited me to Dennys. “I can’t go, my dad’s coming to pick me up already.” You smile and I walk away, hearing you say “Text me in the morning.” I walk to my bus and join my girlfriend in the seat beside me.
I’m afraid that I’m falling for the wrong person.
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