he said, he'll never fall in love.
he swears.
as he run his hand through his hair, and laughs.
i'm laughing.
cause, i hope he's wrong.
and i don't think it'll ever cross his mind.
he tells a joke,
i fake a smile.
but i know all his favourite songs.
and i could tell you his favourite colour's green.
he loves to argue.
he's born on the seventeenth.
and if you ask me if i love him,
i'd lie.

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