Mar 2017
There is something about him
Yet I don't know what it is
It makes me feel fuzzy
Like butterflies in me
There is something about him
That makes me gravitate towards his presence
It makes me want to stay close
In silence or in everything
There is something about him
That calms my being
My demons quiet down
Just so that I could hear him
There is something about him
Because every time he holds my hand
I feel safe
Like I'm at home, cuddled in my warm bed
There is something about him**...
...and I still don't know what it is.
Yet I don't know what it is
It makes me feel fuzzy
Like butterflies in me
There is something about him
That makes me gravitate towards his presence
It makes me want to stay close
In silence or in everything
There is something about him
That calms my being
My demons quiet down
Just so that I could hear him
There is something about him
Because every time he holds my hand
I feel safe
Like I'm at home, cuddled in my warm bed
There is something about him**...
...and I still don't know what it is.
I don't think I'll ever know.
