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I love how I can see things in your eyes There's the obvious blues The silvers All churned together like ethereal ice cream So heart wrenchingly bright Vacuums of cool space that **** the air from my lungs Shimmering like the Pacific But there's other things too When we stand underneath the tree outside my window Strung with golden Christmas lights Drops of buttery sunlight on this cold, white marble They pool in your eyes Gold and silver coins at the bottom of a fountain Not a ***** tile fixture in the mall food court But the geometric bursting pools of the Louvre in Paris Blue and slick and fresh I can see feelings When I stroke your face with my fingertips I see smiles in your eyes They match the pink smile of your lips But I like all three best together The TriForce of cuteness I can see love in your eyes They don't need to be open I kiss your forehead and feel the furrows of your shutting lids meet my lips I pull away and whisper I love yous until You're squinting so hard I worry But I run my thumb along your wrinkles And you soften like clay And your eyes open up And they **** the air from my lungs And you kiss it back into me
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
Look in the mirror and believe that you are what I say you are
I love how I can see things in your eyes There's the obvious blues The silvers All churned together like ethereal ice cream So heart wrenchingly bright Vacuums of cool space that **** the air from my lungs Shimmering like the Pacific But there's other things too When we stand underneath the tree outside my window Strung with golden Christmas lights Drops of buttery sunlight on this cold, white marble They pool in your eyes Gold and silver coins at the bottom of a fountain Not a ***** tile fixture in the mall food court But the geometric bursting pools of the Louvre in Paris Blue and slick and fresh I can see feelings When I stroke your face with my fingertips I see smiles in your eyes They match the pink smile of your lips But I like all three best together The TriForce of cuteness I can see love in your eyes They don't need to be open I kiss your forehead and feel the furrows of your shutting lids meet my lips I pull away and whisper I love yous until You're squinting so hard I worry But I run my thumb along your wrinkles And you soften like clay And your eyes open up And they **** the air from my lungs And you kiss it back into me
FIIINGERTIIIPS
robyn
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robyn
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 12:33 AM UTC
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