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I like the clumsy lovers The boys who don't make every right move Who don't have slick & tired lines borrowed from tacky romance novels I like the ones whose clumsy words widen their eyes in disbelief that they could've said such a thing at a time like this The ones who laugh nervously are heavenly Making jokes to make up for whatever it is they think they lack They don't know my laughs are cups of red adoration as they spill from my mouth and onto my pillowcase I can't help but love you when you stammer as you tell me I'm beautiful, while your eyes trace me as if I'm a private discovery of yours I love your vulnerability, your nervous hands, your silly jokes, that kind heart and those little smirks I love how you look into my eyes and say what you mean, beautiful or not I like the clumsy lovers Because in the moments you think you're falling apart, I'm falling hopelessly for you Believe me, clumsy lover, there's something right for me in the way you do things wrong
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
For the clumsy boys with nervous hands and good hearts
I like the clumsy lovers The boys who don't make every right move Who don't have slick & tired lines borrowed from tacky romance novels I like the ones whose clumsy words widen their eyes in disbelief that they could've said such a thing at a time like this The ones who laugh nervously are heavenly Making jokes to make up for whatever it is they think they lack They don't know my laughs are cups of red adoration as they spill from my mouth and onto my pillowcase I can't help but love you when you stammer as you tell me I'm beautiful, while your eyes trace me as if I'm a private discovery of yours I love your vulnerability, your nervous hands, your silly jokes, that kind heart and those little smirks I love how you look into my eyes and say what you mean, beautiful or not I like the clumsy lovers Because in the moments you think you're falling apart, I'm falling hopelessly for you Believe me, clumsy lover, there's something right for me in the way you do things wrong
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Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
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