How strange a time you scare a single hair out of my soft spoken head. How strange a love you cast out and reel back in. How strange you feel when you laugh. How strange you make me smile. I love you, you know. I promise I'll love you if you let me. I promise I can't spend a night not dreaming of your lofty face, not skimming over our latter plans, our intimate times. I swear that everything I say is true, about you and everything you mean. I can't tell you a lie, I can't look at you honestly. I can't be happier. I could never have hoped for anything better. I feel right in the right places of myself-- in my finger tips where I've felt you, in my eyelashes that I've seen you through, in the tiny blushing heart below my chest. I feel amazing. |
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