Leave a couple breadcrumbs leading me to your heart;
Lend me a walking stick through this forest of doubts,
Paint me the picture to frame you as my work of art.
Call out the elephant in the room — so I never forget
Why we fell in love — oh God, I’m starting to feel like
An animal, chasing after your response.
_typing… typing… cleared… trying._
Build me that steady strong house on the mountaintop,
And maybe, for the hell of it, Heaven can judge our love.
Write it in the stars, as if constellations had an opinion,
Let's kiss in front of all your friends, just to leave them
Feeling so jealous, just for the plot.
And if you want a spark to grow,
Give me a space in your plot, and I’ll wager
All of my fears and lay out every single card.
**** can a hopeless romantic really be in love?
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 5:10 AM UTC
Leave a couple breadcrumbs leading me to your heart;
Lend me a walking stick through this forest of doubts,
Paint me the picture to frame you as my work of art.
Call out the elephant in the room — so I never forget
Why we fell in love — oh God, I’m starting to feel like
An animal, chasing after your response.
_typing… typing… cleared… trying._
Build me that steady strong house on the mountaintop,
And maybe, for the hell of it, Heaven can judge our love.
Write it in the stars, as if constellations had an opinion,
Let's kiss in front of all your friends, just to leave them
Feeling so jealous, just for the plot.
And if you want a spark to grow,
Give me a space in your plot, and I’ll wager
All of my fears and lay out every single card.
**** can a hopeless romantic really be in love?
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