If I was her boyfriend
I’d invite her to stay
the night at my house
if she likes. She would say,
“Yes!” We’d grab snacks.
I would nervously rest
my head on her shoulder.
O why did I wear a dress?
If I was her boyfriend
I’d brave to encase
myself in her. I’m sorry,
is there something on my face?
She says I look pretty with
this lipstick, it suits me.
But I hate the pink in my cheeks,
we’re not even watching this movie.
If I was her boyfriend
I’d lie in her lap
and ask if I can kiss her.
She’d laugh and close the gap.
Mumble amidst soft lips
that she loves me so.
I wish my manicured palm
didn't fit so well in her own.
If I was her boyfriend
we’d make up silly songs
on my ukulele ‘til it’s morning
—Shoot! We don’t have very long!
Uhhh pick a hand, any hand.
I’m not sure what we should do,
but I know I hate feeling like
I must be a boy to love you.
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