i hate the way your lips curve saying goodbye
i only like them straight up pressed against mine

i see your eyes through your curls
and the light is shining through
i feel the ocean waves through my vains
when i look at you,
my belly turns and i wonder if this is love

then i see your tired eyes in the morning
and i feel your heart beat in my hand when i hold you
your voice over the phone when you say you miss me
and the way you talk about what saves you
and when you dream nobody can stop you
the cold winter wind hasnt been there lately
since i met you you're all i could see clearly
some say we're too young to live this purely
frankly i do not give a ****

they dont see you through my eyes
could you even blame them?
they've probably never heard you laugh
it  makes my heart warm for a second it doesnt ache

and i know it's love