I fell in love
with the way you wrap your suit
around my shuddering shoulders
on a summer, New York night.
I fell in love
with the way you draped "beautiful"
over the face and body
I thought a clown's.
I fell in love
with jazz music blowing up my dress -
I was the world's only princess
when you spun me around.
I fell in love
with the fire in your eyes,
your voice, your skin, your glowing red demise,
another one of a million fights...
I fell in love, once and then twice, three times and then ten times, desperate and pathetic and forlorn and ecstatic,
I fell in love.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 5:18 AM UTC
I fell in love
with the way you wrap your suit
around my shuddering shoulders
on a summer, New York night.
I fell in love
with the way you draped "beautiful"
over the face and body
I thought a clown's.
I fell in love
with jazz music blowing up my dress -
I was the world's only princess
when you spun me around.
I fell in love
with the fire in your eyes,
your voice, your skin, your glowing red demise,
another one of a million fights...
I fell in love, once and then twice, three times and then ten times, desperate and pathetic and forlorn and ecstatic,
I fell in love.
Dug this up out of a journal from the sweet high school days, when romance wasn't so "out of context". Few edits were made.