This is champagne, bubbles fizzing and popping in a golden elixir; kissing your lips.
Holding your hand is the warmth of spring air, gentle and new.
Your laugh is being caught in the rain, startlingly beautiful and calming.
The press of your body against mine is sheer heaven,
Your golden irises are those of an angel.
A faint blush dusts your cheeks,
Strawberry stained lips lift in a gentle smile.
You are the tide, pulling me out to sea, and
Darling, I always loved the water.
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You would not believe the amount of times I see a girl and say "I'd let her step on me"
It's a problem
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Her
PoetryHer. She is the first girl that stole your breath and broke your heart. She is the girl at the bookstore humming to herself in the aisles. She is the girl who inked poetry into the margines of her notebooks. She is each girl you fall for, each gi...
