This is a poem that I wrote after listening to Cody Simpson for an hour, so I sorta felt in a lovey-dovey mood. I am focusing on voice.
It is the "joyous" part of upper schools
For it is cliché no doubt
The way some special likes just you
You’re the person they cannot live without
It gives you this little feeling
On the inside of your throat
It can take you on a journey
On a mystical love boat
You never know how long it lasts
So cherish every second
From here to Texas, everywhere
To India, I recon
From the holding of the hands
To the holy, gracious kiss
Even for just once in your life
It is something you can't miss
It kinda makes you noticed
Though it could make you hated
Why don't we just say,
It is very complicated
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