my cheeks catch fire often-
roses, roses on fire, warm summer wind.
when my face goes pink,
and my eyes dart anywhere but here:
thinking about ***
singing the wrong note in choir
trying on something that fits too well
everyone laughing at once
noticing a first date at the next table
locking eyes with anyone.. anyone
arriving late
the champagne cork flying off
it all rushes in at once.
Feb 10, 2019
Feb 10, 2019 at 1:20 AM UTC
my cheeks catch fire often-
roses, roses on fire, warm summer wind.
when my face goes pink,
and my eyes dart anywhere but here:
thinking about ***
singing the wrong note in choir
trying on something that fits too well
everyone laughing at once
noticing a first date at the next table
locking eyes with anyone.. anyone
arriving late
the champagne cork flying off
it all rushes in at once.
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