I try writing
but all that comes to mind is you
your brown hair and your round nose
your thin legs and arms
your bright eyes
I can only think of the way I want to do everything with you
Everything on earth
I want to intently study how rain falls
I want to have lazy sundays
Where all we do is watch movies from the eighties
And drink warm tea and make forts of blankets and sheets
I want to watch the way the stars twinkle in the dead of night
From the top of my building
I want to slow dance with no music and only the rhythm of our hearts
I want to see the world with you
And dream with you
I just want to be with you
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:34 AM UTC
I try writing
but all that comes to mind is you
your brown hair and your round nose
your thin legs and arms
your bright eyes
I can only think of the way I want to do everything with you
Everything on earth
I want to intently study how rain falls
I want to have lazy sundays
Where all we do is watch movies from the eighties
And drink warm tea and make forts of blankets and sheets
I want to watch the way the stars twinkle in the dead of night
From the top of my building
I want to slow dance with no music and only the rhythm of our hearts
I want to see the world with you
And dream with you
I just want to be with you
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