Am I still breathing?
Do I remember how?
But I'm probably dreaming
My head's spinning now
Do I know anything other
Than the color of your eyes?
Don't you look at me like that
Well, should I be surprised?
The world won't stop shaking
Your eyes aren't quite blue
They're green and they're brown
And they're so much like you
That sometimes I lose myself in them
And I can't get out
Is this a poem or a song?
Something that I'm allowed to shout?
I don't really think that I could
Cause my face is pink under my hood
You have to be an angel fallen from above
Do you think, well,
Could this be love?
Why did I suffocate?
Why did I choke on air?
When you braided buttercups
into my hair
And it's cheesy and it's stupid
But they're my favorite, you know
And ever since you did that
People say I've started to glow
Hopeless romantic
Well, one out of two
But maybe I'm both
Whenever I'm with you
You're beautiful and lovely
Don't get me started on those eyes
I'm awkward and ugly
But you say otherwise
Well darling, maybe I'm not the best
But you started an odd pounding in my chest
You have to be an angel fallen from above
Do you think, well,
Could this be love?
Well, buttercup
It just might be love
A sappy/awkward/bad poem song thingy for the person that made a sarcastic asshole into a hopeless romantic.
Jesus I'm whipped.
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FanfictionA combination of a journal, a tag book, a rant book, and a place I put all my random bullshit. I'm really emo btw bye. This is the cringiest shit ever I'm so sorry.
