Little do you know
That I still think you’re really cool
More than the status quo
When we talk my words are like tiny dancers
Trying to be graceful
With one worded answers
Little do you know, I do care
I still love you like a messy two year old running around in a diaper
With tangled hair
Little do you know I seesaw us like sisters
And when you're not around
It’s like I'm getting blisters
In me the two year old
Still wants to sit on your lap and leave with a French braid
You still have me sold
Little do you know that even though I am no longer two
And I cut my hair short
I'm secretly stuck like dried glue
Last time I saw you
You said that for a summer I had made you feel special
And I can’t believe that’s true
Because little did I know that I was nothing more
Than two
And was probably a bore
So before,
I become older than 18 just know that
I have a sensitive heart and nothing more