The way you
spoke to me,
ever so witty and clever;
made my stomach
a sanctuary for
spring butterflies.
The brief, but simply
sweet looks you gave.
My heart, always
like a popsicle on
a hot, steamy summer day
in july.
it was always
the little things.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
The way you
spoke to me,
ever so witty and clever;
made my stomach
a sanctuary for
spring butterflies.
The brief, but simply
sweet looks you gave.
My heart, always
like a popsicle on
a hot, steamy summer day
in july.
it was always
the little things.
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