Your big brown eyes.
Your soft hands.
Your freckled face.
Your curly hair.
Your everything.
It's perfect.
Your perfect.
I think we should be together.
I think it would work out.
I think it would be good.
As the stars line up,
Our lips gentally touch.
Our hands are held tighter.
We're in love
You don't care about my flaws.
You don't care what I look like.
That's why we're perfect.
You grab my waist,
Pull me closer,
Tickle me to hear my laugh.
I think this might work.
I know it will.
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 9:42 PM UTC
Your big brown eyes.
Your soft hands.
Your freckled face.
Your curly hair.
Your everything.
It's perfect.
Your perfect.
I think we should be together.
I think it would work out.
I think it would be good.
As the stars line up,
Our lips gentally touch.
Our hands are held tighter.
We're in love
You don't care about my flaws.
You don't care what I look like.
That's why we're perfect.
You grab my waist,
Pull me closer,
Tickle me to hear my laugh.
I think this might work.
I know it will.
:)
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