The Number One Figure
Am I weakened,
Every weekend,
When I see your face?
I've only tried to hide,
That I've ever felt this way.
Maybe, they all see,
And the joke is on me.
The like inside my heart,
Keeps a beat, constantly.
I may not ever be,
Your perfect everything.
I truly do believe,
You are fit for a king.
Copyright © Honestly J.T. | Year Posted 2015
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