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LS Apr 2015
Her lips must be
What happiness tastes like
LS Apr 2015
I sit on her bed
My stomach a pile of nerves
That make my hands tremor
And a little damp

She stands between me
I see it in her eyes
Her beautiful blue eyes
She holds my face
My body is shaking

I'm shaking
I'm shaking
She kisses me
Once
Twice

I melt into a puddle
I melt into her arms
I have to pull away
Because I can't wipe this ridiculous smile
Off my face
LS Apr 2015
I fell asleep
Smiling at the moon
With the taste of flower petals
On my tongue

This is what hope tastes like
LS Apr 2015
Time doesn't do anything
But make you numb
To some of the moments
You felt
The most.
Those moments are still there.
But they become stories you know,
Not feelings you felt.
LS Apr 2015
Either it's wrong
Or it's right
I can't see anything
In black
Or white
LS Apr 2015
I sit in the grass
With my eyes closed.
Feeling the green of summer
Come to me in warm wind.
Come, come, come
The trees whisper to me.
LS Apr 2015
When they see her they see straight perfect teeth, round full lips.
Dark hair and tan skin,
A shy smile
With big sweet eyes.
Small, petite, but with ***** up to her chin in all their perky triple d glory.
No stretch marks.
They all fall in love with her
Smiling at the ground when she asks why.
Then they all look up at her
Slow
And say
theres just something about you..

I sit down, giving up immediately.
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