I named this poem before I wrote it

Sip your beer, 

Tell me sweet, soft nothings in my ear 

My love, my prize 

Don’t leave me out to dry 

Take me inside

I don’t care whether or not we cried

What matters to me 

Is that you see

Maybe one day you can even have my heart 

It’d be one hell of a relationship to start 

To spark 

To go fall in love on the swing sets in the park

Push me down the slide 

Shoving our gentle feelings to the side 

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