You're the person I could write ove sings about and if I could sing, if scream them to the world.
I would tell them about your sarcastic laugh and wildly outrageous humor that keeps me in shape.
I would tell them both those shady eyes that hide those feelings so easily except you can't hold them back really.
You're the person I could write sonnets about and ballads would blush when they read my words.
I would tell them bout the lips and how they made my body ache.
I would tell them about your arms and how they held stories in your tattoos.
You're the person I could easily be with the rest of my life.
Whether it was easy or hard I would be there.
Through thick and thin.
But you're just that person I keep close enough to remember that we could be something great... If only life worked that way.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
You're the person I could write ove sings about and if I could sing, if scream them to the world.
I would tell them about your sarcastic laugh and wildly outrageous humor that keeps me in shape.
I would tell them both those shady eyes that hide those feelings so easily except you can't hold them back really.
You're the person I could write sonnets about and ballads would blush when they read my words.
I would tell them bout the lips and how they made my body ache.
I would tell them about your arms and how they held stories in your tattoos.
You're the person I could easily be with the rest of my life.
Whether it was easy or hard I would be there.
Through thick and thin.
But you're just that person I keep close enough to remember that we could be something great... If only life worked that way.
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