When it happens,
when our lips meet for the first time
and the world around us melts like an ice cube on hot tarmac,
I want to feel like this.
I want to feel like this,
with that song drowning out the sounds of our pining hearts,
when our lips brush together for the first time.
I hope the world softens around us
like it does when I feel like this.
I want our pulses to beat out a song that makes me feel like this one does.
For the first time when our lips touch
I want to get high off of that feeling
like I get high off of the unimaginable beauty that I experience in the simple things.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
When it happens,
when our lips meet for the first time
and the world around us melts like an ice cube on hot tarmac,
I want to feel like this.
I want to feel like this,
with that song drowning out the sounds of our pining hearts,
when our lips brush together for the first time.
I hope the world softens around us
like it does when I feel like this.
I want our pulses to beat out a song that makes me feel like this one does.
For the first time when our lips touch
I want to get high off of that feeling
like I get high off of the unimaginable beauty that I experience in the simple things.
I experienced a new kind of happy feeling and I hope that my first kiss will feel this good.
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