If our love was a painting...it would include laughter and dancing, joy, and glances that prove what we have is real. It would include magic and uncontrollable smiles, giggling and getting lost in your eyes. It would consist of running in the rain and singing in the shower. It would be filled with squeals from my friends and the sound of your heartbeat. The feeling of your tender hands as they meet with mine. The tickle of your butterfly kisses and the wonderful fragrance you give off. It would consist of the feeling of your smile in our kiss, and the warmth and safety in your hugs. Feeling like your spinning and staying up all night wishing I was with you. The love letters I reread over and over...and the sound of your voice. If our love was a painting, it would be beautiful.

If I am a tree you must be the wind, tickling me, trying to make me laugh, blowing me away,
Dancing with every leaf, in that flawless way you sway.

If you are the earth, I would be the sun, kissing every part of you I could see.
We'd spin in circles, for our own twisted fun, never getting dizzy.

If I am the sky, then you are the purest shade of blue,
And yes I would be beautiful, but only because of you.

If you are an ocean, I'd be a ship, lost at sea.
With salt on my lips, I wouldn't want anyone to rescue me.

If you are the ground beneath the highest mountain peak,
I'd already be on my way down, falling for you, before ever having time to think.

If I were a song, I'd be yours to sing.
For you I could be everything, I could be anything.

You pass me everyday
Not a glance not a hey
I see your smile
And your laugh
Sometimes I swear your daft
I'm not a stranger
I'm not an outcast
I once was yours
But alas that is no more

Hugs and kisses
X's and O's
Sweet little notes
Check yes or no
Second grade comes
Second grade goes
With little
X's and O's

4am
bodies intertwined
only gonna get 3 hours
of sleep if we pass out
right now
but the sound of your voice
against my 4am
delirium
is
absolutely
intoxicating.