Those big brown eyes atwinkling,
The slightest curl of the lips,
It took such petty things to make
My heart do quick back flips.
Infectious laughter echoes
Through my weak, lovesick mind.
Remnants of enchanting moments,
Happy memories I find,
Which make my heart break
Into an undeniable smile.
Each one was so spectacular,
Worth every ******* mile.
But oh! Come winter I may choose
To play a different game.
Or perhaps I'll find it burdensome
To quench this blazing flame.
In which case, I guess I'll feel
the same, the same, the same.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 3:20 AM UTC
Those big brown eyes atwinkling,
The slightest curl of the lips,
It took such petty things to make
My heart do quick back flips.
Infectious laughter echoes
Through my weak, lovesick mind.
Remnants of enchanting moments,
Happy memories I find,
Which make my heart break
Into an undeniable smile.
Each one was so spectacular,
Worth every ******* mile.
But oh! Come winter I may choose
To play a different game.
Or perhaps I'll find it burdensome
To quench this blazing flame.
In which case, I guess I'll feel
the same, the same, the same.
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