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All The Little Nothings

It’s something about your eyes

And the way you lick your lips

The way you run your fingers through your hair

Right down to the tips.

It’s the way you crease your smile

To make those dimples on your chin

The way you hold your head up

Even when you sin.

 

 

I have to tell you something

And I promise it’s no lie –

I want to kiss you every day

Until the day I die.

I want to feel your embrace

& keep you resting in my arms

I want to be your hero

That heals your every scar.

 

 

It’s something about your eyes

And the way you lick your lips

The way you run your fingers through your hair

Right down to the tips.

It’s the way you crease your smile

To make those dimples on your chin

The way you hold your head up

Even when you sin.

 

 

I need you in the morning

And I need you late at night

I need to know you’re right there

Sleeping by my side.

I need to feel you dreaming

Of the love that we could share

And while you rest your head on pillows

I’ll be floating on thin air.

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Written by
james-m-boyer
American
Published
Jul 4, 2010
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Written April 16, 2009- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart

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