Everytime I think of you.
Everytime I think of you my skin tries to run away, and the goosebumps infect the people next to me. My stomach contents heave-ho and tango to the beat of my limping heart. The tears swirl and tickle my eyelashes, but they do not fall, like I, for you.
Everytime I think of you.
Everytime I think of you I forget how to use the 26 letters of the alphabet to spell your name. The tastes of "want" and "need" ****** my tongue because you are those flavours.
Everytime I think of you.
I try to stop.
Because you turned the butterflies in my stomach into moths.
Why did you do that?
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
Everytime I think of you.
Everytime I think of you my skin tries to run away, and the goosebumps infect the people next to me. My stomach contents heave-ho and tango to the beat of my limping heart. The tears swirl and tickle my eyelashes, but they do not fall, like I, for you.
Everytime I think of you.
Everytime I think of you I forget how to use the 26 letters of the alphabet to spell your name. The tastes of "want" and "need" ****** my tongue because you are those flavours.
Everytime I think of you.
I try to stop.
Because you turned the butterflies in my stomach into moths.
Why did you do that?
This is actually quite a bad piece. But my thoughts were upset.
Sorry if it bores you.
