my back has been printed
with the soft pressure of your finger tips
my smile is now crooked
to accommodate your kisses
my cheek bones are filled
with a new feeling I just can't describe
my mind is filled with the wonder
if I've changed the tension of your skin
have I made you feel
just a little less hollow
do you yearn to carry yourself like a prince,
from the books you read to your kid brother
have we been rebuilt new
just for each other
why is it everything I do
feels different, and beautiful
I'm always the person that falls
who would've guessed it would be in love
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 7:21 PM UTC
my back has been printed
with the soft pressure of your finger tips
my smile is now crooked
to accommodate your kisses
my cheek bones are filled
with a new feeling I just can't describe
my mind is filled with the wonder
if I've changed the tension of your skin
have I made you feel
just a little less hollow
do you yearn to carry yourself like a prince,
from the books you read to your kid brother
have we been rebuilt new
just for each other
why is it everything I do
feels different, and beautiful
I'm always the person that falls
who would've guessed it would be in love
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