When I see her
All the street lights fade a little
And Her clarity is the only thing i notice
She has this way about her
Like
When she wakes up with bedhead
Grumpy and Confined
I think she is an angel
No a goddess, but not aphrodite
Rather, She is the Athena
Strong willed with temperament
When we are out together
Nothing else matters
Okay well maybe getting there on time and paying attention to the road
But i digress
Her words sing to me as if a siren on a lost beach
And I want to be enveloped in her waves
We go together
Like two awkward and odd looking puzzle pieces,
seemingly different yet when they find each other,
they interlock with the strength of armies
If she was a song
Id play her on repeat for the rest of my life
No matter how annoying it would end up getting
If she was an outfit
She would be my favorite pair of shorts I wear 3 days in a row and wash once a week
Never leaving the Laundry room as i have no pants on
If She was anything
She could be barbed wire and i'd stail want to hold her
A fire and i'd let her burn me out into the ashes, kindling me like our love for eachother
If only
If only she was mine
Aug 12, 2016
Aug 12, 2016 at 8:26 PM UTC
When I see her
All the street lights fade a little
And Her clarity is the only thing i notice
She has this way about her
Like
When she wakes up with bedhead
Grumpy and Confined
I think she is an angel
No a goddess, but not aphrodite
Rather, She is the Athena
Strong willed with temperament
When we are out together
Nothing else matters
Okay well maybe getting there on time and paying attention to the road
But i digress
Her words sing to me as if a siren on a lost beach
And I want to be enveloped in her waves
We go together
Like two awkward and odd looking puzzle pieces,
seemingly different yet when they find each other,
they interlock with the strength of armies
If she was a song
Id play her on repeat for the rest of my life
No matter how annoying it would end up getting
If she was an outfit
She would be my favorite pair of shorts I wear 3 days in a row and wash once a week
Never leaving the Laundry room as i have no pants on
If She was anything
She could be barbed wire and i'd stail want to hold her
A fire and i'd let her burn me out into the ashes, kindling me like our love for eachother
If only
If only she was mine
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