There's no use in avoiding the subject. No use in sparing me the details. I already know all about it. This is a thing you do.
There's no use in refusing my compliments. When I tell you how gorgeous your eyes are, your face, your hair, your button front shirts.. It's just this thing you do.
But you're always eager to return the favour. According to you, i have nothing to be insecure about. Whenever you say i look beautiful, i can't help but feel like that's just a thing you do.
And remembering our time near the sea, when you'd suddenly push me into a wall, a kiss full of fire and passion..
I know now it's just a thing you do.
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theories
Randomjust some poetry and theories of how i see life.. I'm no good at presenting anything but i shouldn't have to be xD hope you like it
