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he wasn't a storm, no. nor is he a tsunami, which every wave will left you breathless. every wave hits you hard, until you don't stand a chance. he wasn't even the adrenaline pumping in your veins. he won't get you hyped up, and make your heart burst, no. he was a quiet stream, slowly, steady, surely. with his meekness, you'll feel safe. with his serene laugh, your heart'll flutter. he wasn't the loud music, no. he was the steady beat, where you'll fall in love with his tranquility. he was the placid night, that keeps your heart beating, slowly, steady, surely.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
my serene moonbeam
he wasn't a storm, no. nor is he a tsunami, which every wave will left you breathless. every wave hits you hard, until you don't stand a chance. he wasn't even the adrenaline pumping in your veins. he won't get you hyped up, and make your heart burst, no. he was a quiet stream, slowly, steady, surely. with his meekness, you'll feel safe. with his serene laugh, your heart'll flutter. he wasn't the loud music, no. he was the steady beat, where you'll fall in love with his tranquility. he was the placid night, that keeps your heart beating, slowly, steady, surely.
i prefer boys who'll love you slowly, steady, surely. than bad boys who'll probably be exciting.
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Jun 26, 2017
Jun 26, 2017 at 10:36 AM UTC
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