You did not grasp my attention immediately
but once you did, as though you were a painting in a fine museum, I could not look away. And you took my breath from me so eloquently. Graciously and you entered my heart, polluted my mind so effortlessly. The part that makes me grin is I never planned this, I never pictured it would be you I'd envision walking on a beach through sand with. The thought of you makes my heart do back flips, but see here's the other part of the script they didn't take into consideration, i'm not the silly girl that falls in love and infatuation only to get her pretty little story told, I'm the girl that wears black nails and combat boots because her heart has had one to many rounds in the ring. I've been just a pin cushion or some sort of play thing. Scariest and final part is you give me hope, when your eyes gaze unto mine I feel like I could do that for you know maybe the rest of time, laying down, breath at the nape of my neck, interlocked never glancing at the clock. Girls like me don't have these kinda dreams. So can we please stop playing make believe.
