your love is like a tidal wave,
it comes crashing down
and leaves me gasping for air.
your brown eyes are anything
but full of **** to me.
i worry late at night, wondering if you are capable of grasping the same intense connection
i have with small beauties.
your eyes like ember
and your hair like ash...
does your heart, too, burn?
can you feel it?
can i make you my soul mate?
would you like to stay forever maybe?
or at least until
i make you want to *****.
and if i start to make you sick
i hope it makes you immune
to other kinds of toxic.
i'm not saying i'm perfect,
but let me just say this...
i'm really good at
not taking up the whole bed.
okay...that's sort of a lie...
but my bones ache a different thought.
yes, my bones tell me to let them show.
my bones tell me it's control.
my bones tell me only 1200 a day.
my bones tell me if i don't eat you'll stay forever.
my bones tell me everything will be ok even if you don't.
my bones my bones my bones.
...but my heart.
what about it?
it tells me i'm smoking too much, but i think it's lying because it only goes up when you enter a room.
my heart tells me to stay alive.
my heart tells me to stick around
for you.