I feel messed up, fixing on sun walks and fun talks.
A run with you, warm and without shoes
through all the hues of existence.
It's interest, you impressing thing.
I could sing about your eyes,
and die from how you smile
I'm not in denial, but I might as well say it.
I think I may love you..
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
I feel messed up, fixing on sun walks and fun talks.
A run with you, warm and without shoes
through all the hues of existence.
It's interest, you impressing thing.
I could sing about your eyes,
and die from how you smile
I'm not in denial, but I might as well say it.
I think I may love you..
