Boothang

I could worship you but you are not God

I could call you my king but you are not my daddy


You make me happy

You call me your babie

You kinda my best friend 

I am your flower

You are my person 

I tell you things I never told anybody 

You always find a way to cheer me up when am low


Thinking of you makes me smile 

I feel you

I want you

I like how easy you make it for me 

You are my boothang.


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