Lied, when I said I felt nothing about it,
Every moment our skin touched,
How time goes faster while I'm lying on your chest,
Then the time when your lips and mine, collide.
As my face burned every time you called me pretty,
As my desire tried to take my conscious mind to crave more of you,
As how my stomach filled with butterflies, rainbows and roses
I couldn't help but picture us together at the altar.
Your face, your smile. your eyes are as blue as the ocean,
You won't need that 'cause your kindness could touch my heart more than anything.
Love isn't the word I am supposed to say,
But what am I supposed to do when you're effortlessly being my favourite type of man?
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Drafted Memories
PoetryThere was a dark grey summer sky, but somehow he put colours on it (Including black).
