Mute
You should be the subject of every Sonnet
You should be the subject of every Sonnet,
and every star should have your name written on it
You know I can't shake the thoughts of your body,
and I know it's not my place to keep thinking about your waist
Everything you've got
Everything you've got
I'd die for it
Why do I pretend I'm not intelligent?
Why do you pretend you're not Heaven sent?
I broke the wall
Only for you to shut the gates
Feel like I'm mute
The only thing I can do is speak your name
You should be the subject of every Sonnet,
and every star should have your name written on it
You know I can't shake the thoughts of your body,
and I know it's not my place to keep thinking about your waist
Everything you've got
Everything you've got
I'd die for it
Why do I pretend I'm not intelligent?
Why do you pretend you're not Heaven sent?
I broke the wall
Only for you to shut the gates
Feel like I'm mute
The only thing I can do is speak your name
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Frankie Martinelli
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