Is it just me?
Or is it real?
Everytime you speak, the bell at the back of my mind tingles
Even the slightest gesture
Melts my heart
I don't flush or blush,
Well that's a relief
But one look and I'll faint from happiness
Is it always like this?
Love, I mean.
It's sweet.
It's warming.
It's heart melting, I'd say
Not the dangerously cool hookup in movies
Not the mushy kissy scenes
But the flooding of a tide
A warm tide I mean.
When you talk, I blush secretly
if my innards can blush
When you glance my way
my heart pounds at my throat
When you smile
the whole world crumbles, leaving us, and us alone
When you brush against me
the tenderness of the touch lingers on my skin
I know you'll never know
of my longing for you
I'm just one in a million
Not too smart
Not too pretty
Not too special
Just a typical typical girl
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Are Loving: Present Progressive
PoesíaWith her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant...
