I guess it was old fashioned
to walk along the shore
whispering
above the rising tides,
squeezing hands
& riding the waves
of endless passions.
I guess it was old fashioned
to hold your chin like that
& to kiss you so tenderly.
But it wasn't my fault
your knees grew weak
& you face planted in the surf,
bloodying your cute turned up nose.
I guess it was old fashioned
to offer you my clean shirt,
to blurt out I love you
after you had embarrassed
the hell out of yourself.
And I guess it was old fashioned
to apologize for my snickering
when I realized you might
have really gotten hurt.
But I guess I'm just old fashioned
to really care,
to really believe in love
& girls who have weak knees
& do face plants in the surf.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC
I guess it was old fashioned
to walk along the shore
whispering
above the rising tides,
squeezing hands
& riding the waves
of endless passions.
I guess it was old fashioned
to hold your chin like that
& to kiss you so tenderly.
But it wasn't my fault
your knees grew weak
& you face planted in the surf,
bloodying your cute turned up nose.
I guess it was old fashioned
to offer you my clean shirt,
to blurt out I love you
after you had embarrassed
the hell out of yourself.
And I guess it was old fashioned
to apologize for my snickering
when I realized you might
have really gotten hurt.
But I guess I'm just old fashioned
to really care,
to really believe in love
& girls who have weak knees
& do face plants in the surf.
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