Behind the shades of eyes; does leave something much
more desirable. Wettest eyes behind the blinds of time.
I cherish those little moments—likewise the most we
make out of them.
Shakes me keenly: like my shaking arm after hitting the
funny bone. Careless laughs in good company; my stomach
in knots. Tied between the twisting craze of advertising
love--ours is intimate.(a secret place)
You're close to me; close as the tongue to it's teeth,
speaking the word _Love._ Your name roles off the tongue
out of my bright smile. (you give me summer in my mouth)
A month like no other, may I attest to your sight,
ghostly; as the presence of you raises my skin hairs.
My goosebumps of knowing you're near, and a extra
beating heart—I'm out of breath.
Let me have a piece of eupnea, by a kiss I'd make
as my last. Lungs of passion; passionately kissing each other.
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 12:04 PM UTC
Behind the shades of eyes; does leave something much
more desirable. Wettest eyes behind the blinds of time.
I cherish those little moments—likewise the most we
make out of them.
Shakes me keenly: like my shaking arm after hitting the
funny bone. Careless laughs in good company; my stomach
in knots. Tied between the twisting craze of advertising
love--ours is intimate.(a secret place)
You're close to me; close as the tongue to it's teeth,
speaking the word _Love._ Your name roles off the tongue
out of my bright smile. (you give me summer in my mouth)
A month like no other, may I attest to your sight,
ghostly; as the presence of you raises my skin hairs.
My goosebumps of knowing you're near, and a extra
beating heart—I'm out of breath.
Let me have a piece of eupnea, by a kiss I'd make
as my last. Lungs of passion; passionately kissing each other.
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