You made me not only feel butterflies in my stomach
But all over my face and the pit of my neck
The tips of my lips have become ecstatic
Causing my breathing to become erratic
But I will never do the same to you
Because you are a black hole
Taking everything I give to you
But I will never ever be enough
To satisfy your bottomless hunger
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
You made me not only feel butterflies in my stomach
But all over my face and the pit of my neck
The tips of my lips have become ecstatic
Causing my breathing to become erratic
But I will never do the same to you
Because you are a black hole
Taking everything I give to you
But I will never ever be enough
To satisfy your bottomless hunger
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