I know it's early
(early as in 4:10 am and early as in our relationship)
but we have many factors playing against us:
well, we have many hormones in our 17 year old bodies
A little more than a month
is hardly enough
for "love" to blossom
but I don't know how else to describe the power with which
my emotions knock me breathless
(with an iron fist, I stand back up to look around
disoriented, blew a fuse
when I see you)
I've tasted purity in between your teeth
like a snack you save it for when you need it the most
when my train becomes derailed
you input spokes you help me coast
and we **** like wild horses- or ***** teenagers
I love every second of awkward silence
thank heavens I pursued through preconceived notions
of your white picket fence
walked along the path of time
opened the option
climbed over the hedges
to you
you're as soft as cotton and smell better than any fresh laundry
I will never know if you love me like I love you because
we all know which head teenage boys think with
but something in my stomach tells me you're solid
solid, armchair solid
solid, hold me steady when I need a cushiony fall solid
solid I look up and see you seeing me solid
I'm scared stiff solid you're realize
how ******* psychotic I am
and run faster than a gazelle
but I'm disgustingly insecure
I suppose we'll get used to that
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
I know it's early
(early as in 4:10 am and early as in our relationship)
but we have many factors playing against us:
well, we have many hormones in our 17 year old bodies
A little more than a month
is hardly enough
for "love" to blossom
but I don't know how else to describe the power with which
my emotions knock me breathless
(with an iron fist, I stand back up to look around
disoriented, blew a fuse
when I see you)
I've tasted purity in between your teeth
like a snack you save it for when you need it the most
when my train becomes derailed
you input spokes you help me coast
and we **** like wild horses- or ***** teenagers
I love every second of awkward silence
thank heavens I pursued through preconceived notions
of your white picket fence
walked along the path of time
opened the option
climbed over the hedges
to you
you're as soft as cotton and smell better than any fresh laundry
I will never know if you love me like I love you because
we all know which head teenage boys think with
but something in my stomach tells me you're solid
solid, armchair solid
solid, hold me steady when I need a cushiony fall solid
solid I look up and see you seeing me solid
I'm scared stiff solid you're realize
how ******* psychotic I am
and run faster than a gazelle
but I'm disgustingly insecure
I suppose we'll get used to that
