Love is a scary ******* thing.
There's three potential stages.
There's the love that hits so hard
That it rattles your windows
Like the rain that hits
Once you leave the safety of a bridge.
There's the love that comes so softly
That it's a breath of fresh air
Like the summer breeze
You receive when sitting under a tree.
Then there's the love
That means something.
It makes your heart flutter
Like butterflies in a field.
It makes your stomach flip
Like you're hanging upside down.
It makes your cheeks sore
Like you ran 13 miles.
The saddest part?
You won't know what stage you're in
Until it's gone.
t.s.
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 10:08 PM UTC
Love is a scary ******* thing.
There's three potential stages.
There's the love that hits so hard
That it rattles your windows
Like the rain that hits
Once you leave the safety of a bridge.
There's the love that comes so softly
That it's a breath of fresh air
Like the summer breeze
You receive when sitting under a tree.
Then there's the love
That means something.
It makes your heart flutter
Like butterflies in a field.
It makes your stomach flip
Like you're hanging upside down.
It makes your cheeks sore
Like you ran 13 miles.
The saddest part?
You won't know what stage you're in
Until it's gone.
t.s.
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