and is my name writ there upon it?
Where is a nice boy who will cuddle and kiss me please and say things like ‘you have really nice eyes’ and sleep next to me and still be there in the mornings.
I’m in love. With a book. It’s all I can think about, before I go to sleep it’s the final thing on my mind. I grab it as soon as I wake up. I try to remember it’s words when I’m without it. I got it bad.