Tinkling giggle, rising flush,
Two hearts to burst with tenderness.

O that grin of hers could turn the Sun;
Draw Him close to sneak a glare
And we’d sizzle as one beneath the Sun,
In a moment of deathly rapture.

She said yes,
Such a shame
The ring is formed from soot.

And every morning, my lips touched his before they ever touched my cup of tea.

'My body normally wouldn't shiver that way,
it is because your fingers touched me.
You gave me glitters and tunes I never experienced.
I felt like waves of water crushing into land.
We would travel to Paris and Rome and Prague.
With glistening eyes you walked and danced around my presence.
That voice of yours sounded like music and felt like poems.
I was surrounded with lies, but I didn't care.
Lies you want to hear, said the magazines lying on my lap.
Take me to the promised cities. Take me there in your arms.
I kissed that muscular neck hundred times,
but you wiped those kissed away.
I sprayed my writs, neck and ******* with Chanel.
Hoping you would touch me like that again.
But you didn't.
You left me there standing, watching thin air turning blue.
I always felt so beautiful around you.
Never leaving you was the first lie you told.
And the best.
There was a moment that I really believed in it.
Believed in you.'

It’s hard to see how you might tame a heart
Considering how we poke and **** it
Fact is watching mine is not exactly at the top of the list

I’m tempted to bring it out in public,
Into the heat or under the moon.
Fluttering to the rhythm of the earth.

Oprah Winfrey is so wise.

Chuck taylor's.
Loose-fitting sweaters.
That's it.