This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Scranton chapter.
Oh, how desperately i wish i wrote sins
but there are no sins to speak of.
never have i said this so truly.
but i’m in love with you, very dearly.
every hour of every day you cross my mind.
and it’s not fair because i never cross yours.
(you-never-were-one-to-play-fair)
no matter how many boys i kiss
your name is the one that will always be on my lips.
oh mr. masterpiece you hang in a hall full of paintings but i only have eyes for you.
these eyes were made for you, and only you.
i am lovestruck and heartbroken