If my lips would reach for yours
Would you meet me half way?
My breath so fresh and warm
But after it all would you accept me?
The scars on my face
The beauty spot on my bottom lip
The crooked smile I have.
Love to be unwritten and carved into man made stars.
Would you still love me?
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:23 AM UTC
If my lips would reach for yours
Would you meet me half way?
My breath so fresh and warm
But after it all would you accept me?
The scars on my face
The beauty spot on my bottom lip
The crooked smile I have.
Love to be unwritten and carved into man made stars.
Would you still love me?
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