Life is not like the movie or the show
The stereotypes are only life's weak shadow
I don't believe in my crazy, unrealistic dreams
Magic, fairy tales, or smoke, mirrors and light beams
Tricks, illusion, sleight of hand
Strings pulled from above
I never thought, never planned
that I'd ever believe in love
But when we met, I never would have guessed
That you'd make my heart beat out of my chest
I couldn't clear my mind or start to believe
That I could want someone until I couldn't breathe
You give me butterflies, make my head spin
You're running through my brain
I'm just trying to not jump out my skin
And start dancing in the rain
I'd swim deeper, climb higher
I'd run through the fire
I swear there's nothing I wouldn't do
For the girl that makes clichés come true
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Free Spirit
RandomSome things that I want to write that are cool but are either too short or just don't deserve their own book.