The intensity of your eyes
Your sweet little lies
The girl I despise
The softness of your touch
The way we….
I want it so much
Feelings felt by the weak
Awkwardness when we speak
From Outgoing to meek
Can’t play with my heart
Emotions still play their part
I knew from the start
You were Trouble
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 11:47 AM UTC
The intensity of your eyes
Your sweet little lies
The girl I despise
The softness of your touch
The way we….
I want it so much
Feelings felt by the weak
Awkwardness when we speak
From Outgoing to meek
Can’t play with my heart
Emotions still play their part
I knew from the start
You were Trouble
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