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BABE

I woke up this morning thinking of you.
I couldn’t help but to turn around and turn on the radio,
Next thing you know it’s our song. We all know that the “haters gonna hate,
And the fakers gonna hate, and the players gonna hate”,
But guess what? Our love is never too late.
I know you gonna be mine and I’m gonna be yours,
So it’s never too late to call me yours.
It’s been a long time since you called me “babe”.
You never say I love you, but when I say I love you,
You always say you love me too,
But that’s the only time I ever hear it from you.
And I never get the chance to say I love you too.
Our conversations always start out smooth, until I make that move
And it makes me sound like I’m being cruel, but really I’m just trying to play it cool.
I don’t understand why we both can’t think this through and just play it cool,
But instead we both act like fools.
We both know we love each other and can think this through,
And make up for the things I said to you, because you know I never meant to hurt you.
I know the things you had to me probably weren’t meant to be, but I hope,
One day you won’t be just a memory.
So I read this poem and thought of you,
So it goes a little something like this…
“I know I don’t have the prettiest face for you
To look at, or the skinniest waist for you to hold,
But I promise I do have the biggest heart to love you with.”
By: Juanita Madrigal

(2014)

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