I would never use butterflies
to describe how you make me feel:
Too predictable.
I would never use the weather
to describe our times together:
Too consistent.
I would never use love letters
to describe our conversations:
Too eager.
I would never use poetry
to describe how you make me feel:
Too bad.
Jan 28, 2011
Jan 28, 2011 at 8:15 PM UTC
I would never use butterflies
to describe how you make me feel:
Too predictable.
I would never use the weather
to describe our times together:
Too consistent.
I would never use love letters
to describe our conversations:
Too eager.
I would never use poetry
to describe how you make me feel:
Too bad.